Today dawned
sunny, bright and windy
as if to sweep
yesterday
far away out to sea.
I was glad to see it go.
So was Max.
ugh
Month: March 2014
texture
Walking by the fence
the horse comes to nuzzle my hand
and get attention
before the bully of the
pasture moves her
out of the way.
As she stands there
I take photos
to remember how
the rain
creates waves in her coat.
tanks
My mother tried to instill in me a habit of sending thank you notes when I received a gift. It didn’t stick, much to her chagrin. However, I try to be good about acknowledging a gift with some form of gratitude, whether it is a simple thank you at the time of the receipt or an e-mail later in the week. I am not always successful, but I try.
Lately I have been struggling with how to express my gratitude towards all of you who like or comment on a post or follow my blog. I always click on a person’s link to see who has liked or followed me each day. And for a while I was thanking each person by finding something interesting about their blog and commenting on it.
But interestingly enough, gratitude takes time. And I started to get busy in the studio (which is TRULY exciting!!!) and found I didn’t have as much time to blog as I used to. I also started noticing that the amount of “spam” followers has increased. I have no desire to read, much less thank, the bloggers who want to show me how to make more money, feel better about myself, or reach a new audience with my blog. I also have no desire to waste any time on porn blogs which, for some reason, think I am either young and male or old and a lesbian. Unfortunately, there is no way to block or delete these particular followers, so let me just apologize in advance if you happen to find them by clicking their gravatars on my site…I do NOT condone any spam followers.
For the rest of you who are following me and have not gotten a personal thank you, let me tell you that I do appreciate that you are reading my humble blog. I hope you find enjoyment, wisdom, beauty, art, humor and love. My days always seem so fascinating to me and it’s cool to be able to share it with a bunch of like-minded people. I continue to grow and find out who I am and I love that I have a nonjudgmental crowd to test the ever-evolving ME on.
That being said, here’s my photo of the day…
We called them
water skeeters,
those funny bugs
that skipped across the water.
Sometimes
it was easier to know where they were
by looking for their
shadow dots
on the bottom
or for the
center of the
concentric circles
rippling across the surface.
water skeeter
green
It’s cold
again.
There is snow on the ground
again.
I need to see a burst of green
to pull me towards spring.
my stream
The green ribbon
in the stream
comes from
I know not where.
I have searched for its name
to no avail.
This does not stop me from
enjoying the beauty of its form
as it is pulled by the current
of my little stream.
I reach to touch it
and it is as soft as it looks.
You can tell where the currents go
just by following the movement
of the serpentine tresses.
If you know what it is
reply below
and I will add it
to my list
of amazing things.
foodie
Who knows
which creature
stole the peanuts?
Perhaps the same one
who diligently
cracked open the walnut.
I wonder if
the acorn was dessert.
stream sculpture
Steel and wood detritus
discarded ages ago
has become
permanent sculpture installations
in our little stream.
I see no reason
to remove them.
