It was sunny and just a bit breezy. Around the golf course across the expansive of shiny white ground, multiple groups of Canada geese had gathered together to forage through the snow. There was the occasional soft quacky murmur or throaty growl, but mostly there was silence. My eyes skimmed the scenic view in slow motion, when all of a sudden a cacophony of honking flew into the air in front of me. I looked up, then saw another group of geese lifting off over my head, and then in the distance another as if someone or some thing had turned on a switch or sounded a call for every bird across the golf course to take flight. It was simply gorgeous.
keeping it simple....reflecting on life with pictures and poems in the Japanese tradition of Zen
1529. me-you-us-them
In the museum, so much to look at so much to see.
1528. woohoo!
December 21, Winter Solstice, the shortest day and the longest night. The snow was slanting down. Out the back window, empty trees and clusters of shrubs covered in white. Off to the left I heard the distant whistle. The headlights lit up the overhead power lines as the train hurried on by with another whistle. It was snowing—woohoo!
1527. making marks
Fragrant smoke rings, wafting up from a pot of hot jasmine tea on a cold morning. Detail of a small painting at an exhibition. I didn’t paint this…wish I had. It’s the little things that turn me on.
1526. asters
1525. all ears
Was that the Big Bad Wolf or Mickey Mouse?!
1524. love poem
“Amor Caritas,” Angel of Love at the Michener Museum.
And the Angel of Love came down and waved its magic wand all over the world. Rumi said, “Love is the bridge between you and everything.” Love is essential, if we are to grow. Love what you love—music, paintings, poems, books, science, nature, hopes and dreams….your home, animals, children, your lover. Hafiz said, “Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.” This is what love feels like for me.
1523. sunday morning
1522. jolly good!
1521. the sun
1520. doggie of the month
Stepping out from behind the curtain to pose with perfect poise—drumroll, please! There she is: Mizz December!
1519. up against the fence
Balmy morning, fog rising up from the ground. Far in the distance, ground sprinklers going full blast! No one out on the golf course. Soft sounds of silence, thick enough to hear an echo. Pretty. 🎬
1518. rain gods
Dawn, it’s been raining—rain, rain, rain twelve more hours, maybe more. There goes a car off to work….glad it’s not me.
1517. moments
It’s still Autumn. Some days warm, some days cold—in the 20s or 30s or 40s, even 50s.
So much to see, taking it all in. I never tire of seeing you in action.
“The best things in life are not things, they are moments.” Some moments go by in a flash. Some moments linger. And some moments go on and on.
1516. tiny wonder
Delightful, the cyclamen in my window-sill garden blooming in time for the holidays. Watching the pot of soil drinking up water from the saucer below, I look close, then a little closer….a wispy spider, white as a ghost! Where’d it come from?!
1515. leaning in
1514. three chairs
1513. the dreamer
1512. two guys
1511. abundance
1510. the seagull
Under the sun, we all live. The tall grasses, trees, rivers, rocks, and seas….the fox, the heron, deer, horses, birds, and bees….cats, dogs, fishes and fleas. And the whole of humanity, too.
This is the last of my posts inspired by three days in Cape May and life by the sea.🙏
1509. seven Santas
After all these years, Christmas is still my favorite holiday and Santa can still surprise and delight me. December 2, twenty-three days to Christmas….and seven Santas appear! Will the real Santa Claus please stand up!🎅 🥰
1508. all is well
1507. what’s this?
Looking down at the ground can be more interesting than looking up at the sky. I found this on the beach. Its natural elegance intrigued me. It seemed so significant, and yet. It made me wonder. Can anyone tell me what this is?
1506. home again
I swear, I heard the sun talking to me again….
(We’re back home now. Cape May was a good time, as always. One of the best parts of the trip is the things we see and save: our souvenirs. After this one, I’ll have a few more to share.)
1505. splendid
1504. Cape May
Some things are worth a little pain—for the sake of a good blog post! No kidding, he got a great photo!
1503. old age
1502. looking up
1501. turn turn turn
I know I know, yeah yeah, it’s just another leaf! But here’s the thing: How many ways to change its colors from green to yellow to gold…orange…rust…red…burgundy…brown. How many ways to change my thoughts and feelings? 😘
1500. it’s all good
Life is a scenic walk on a long, long road. Ups and downs, bumps and curves, potholes, detours, and all kinds of dead ends that lead in new directions. That’s what makes life interesting. Enjoy the journey. Slow down, stay in touch with the good Earth, and don’t carry too much baggage. Most of all, remember to stay open for good company along the way.
(Shout out to Charo for telling me to “stay down, don’t move” so she could take this picture.)
1499. TGIF
1498. pretty fix
Whenever I’m in need of a ‘pretty fix,’ I go for a walk around Morris Arboretum.
1497. feelin’ all right!
1496. just hangin’
1495. ooh!
That’s no hawk, it’s huge! It’s an eagle! White head and tail feathers—its imposing size sitting solidly in that tree, 100 or 125 yards away. Unmistakable. We waited and waited, hoping to catch site of the magnificent bird lifting off and soaring into flight. It didn’t.
1494. chilly morning
Looking at the sun, focused on how its light spread across the waters of the creek, it wasn’t until I lowered the camera from my face that the buck crossed my vision, ambling away. Another instance of how I wasn’t seeing what was right in front of me.
1493. which way?
1492. looking back
1491. hand in hand
1490. nothing fancy
Don’t breathe, hold that leaf—click! Ahh!
Even a simple thing like an old dried up leaf can be something to savor and write home about.