keeping it simple....reflecting on life with pictures and poems in the Japanese tradition of Zen
1172. red on red
1171. midnight moon
No matter how cold the night, the moon in all its splendor forever stops me bold. I pause to gaze with wonder at its hold on me and on every other thing alive.
1170. holding on
1169. flying high
1168. raincatcher
1167. everything everywhere
1166. joy to the world!
It’s Christmas, and all at once all the kittens begin purring….Wishing everyone, everywhere, a Verry Purry Purry Christmas!
1165. it’s Christmas Eve
It’s Christmas Eve!πIn Oreland, all the neighbors on Garth Road light up the street for Santa!π
1164. camera shy
Yesterday I went to the library and stayed there for the longest time in front of the fish tank, mesmerized, just watching and waiting for a perfect picture, but the little yellow fish just wouldn’t be still, like he was having too much fun playing peekaboo! π
1163. together
It’s winter now. Saying goodbye to autumn, the trees lean in closer together.
1162. a little magic
At my feet, a sprinkle of stardust on the leaves. Every now and then, slowing down and looking here and there, I catch a little glimpse of life’s magic. Where do things come from?
1161. doggone it!
1160. silver bells
Biding time until I can walk in the woods again, listening to Christmas music and scrolling through old pictures. I found this tree, dressed in holiday style—the only thing missing are silver bells.
1159. acceptance
It’s okay. Some nights are like this.
1158. trading places
Barely there, thin sliver of winter moon waiting patiently for the sun to go down and stars to light up the night.
1157. getting her D’s
1156. finale
1155. left and right
1154. the geese
Every time I hear the sound of geese flying overhead, I stop and look for them. Sometimes I even wave.
1153. a thrill!
“Hey, look at that bird—it’s big! It’s got to be a snowy owl!” I said. What a thrill! You hardly ever see an owl. They’re night creatures. Owls are something you hear about or talk about or read about but you never actually see an owl. So when I spotted that owl across the meadow, we got excited. “No, that can’t be,” Dan said. “Oh, yes it can. Look at that big head, and the tail feathers hanging down. I once saw an owl here in the woods, sitting in a tree; it was probably sleeping.” “Hmmm.” Dan and I stayed there for the longest time, raptly watching.
A day later, it was still there, it hadn’t moved. Oh, well. Funny, how only the idea of something can capture the imagination and give you a thrill. After all, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.