Some days the sky is blue….some days the sky is gray.
keeping it simple....reflecting on life with pictures and poems in the Japanese tradition of Zen
1631. sun in the sky
Some days the sky is blue….some days the sky is gray.
1630. change
1629. all smiles
1628. Spring returns
1627. thoughts of a tree
1626. no pumpkin
Like a pumpkin. Orange as a pumpkin. But that’s no pumpkin! Think I’ll go home and make some pumpkin bread with walnuts!🎃
1625. mockingbird
1624. listen up!
It’s a bird! The silent, symbolic language of the age-old art of folding paper, origami. These are the instructions used for making all those little birds in yesterday‘s post, No.1623. This one has just five steps. Some origami might have nearly fifty different steps, some even more!
1623. take a piece of paper…
1622. time out
There’s Mikey. I stop what I’m doing and just smile. Often times when I see Mikey, I walk over to where she is, reach down to put my hand on her soft fur and thank her for being here. Bertrand Russell said, “The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.” I agree.
1621. one tiny feather
1622. humpty dumpty
So many years, so many dreams, dust to dust. Rocks and stones buildup…breakdown…the moon then sun…the moon then sun. Time. You can never catch it….it’s always on the move, day by day. Ancient poets tell us, Months and days are endlessly passing travelers. So go the years. Are you and I eternal travelers, too?
1619. top to bottom
1618. five in the morning
I love the morning quiet. Funny, how I don’t notice the quiet until there’s a little noise. Reminds me of an audiobook I recently listened to—Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking.
1617. afterwards
1616. sit down
1615. who done it?
1614. making music
Is it not delightful to think about dancing? Passing by the familiar grove of bare trees, it was the percussive sounds—tick tickety tickety-tock tock-tick, like tap dancing—that caught my ear, making me stop and look up to watch last winter’s leftover leaves dancing to the music of their own fluttering, flapping, flipping, flickering beating beat. This old tree coming to life.
1613. homecoming
Day’s end greeting me coming home: my husband, my cat, and fresh flowers.
1612. on the light side
1611. not true
1610. life goes on
1609. movie night lineup
Monday night at the movies, well kinda. That’s Mikey, Finney, and Tipper keeping me company while I watch a movie starring Annette Bening, one of my faves. By the way, Mikey drinks fish water and the fish always swim up to greet her!
1608. morning reading chair 🤧
I am just getting over a cold. I haven’t been out much and don't have a picture to post or write about. The old haiku master said: Elevate the ordinary, whatever is in front of you. Keep it simple. Everything is worth writing about.
I scroll back through my pictures to the way it was a week ago: 5 o’clock in the morning, sipping coffee and sitting here sneezing like the wind blowing my nose. I’ve already used one, two, three…seven tissues all piled up one on top of another, tiny mountain. Throat sore, coughing, sneezing, trouble breathing. Doctor said—a virus, it’s been going around. More sneezes now, four more tissues. My nose hurts. I look down, smile, and take a picture leaning over my morning reading chair.
That was then.🤧 Today is good.😊 What a difference time makes!
1607. ancient tree
It’s many arms now bare of green scented needles and abundant piney cones, whenever I see this tree I stop and gaze. I’m quiet. I listen. How many summers and winters has it seen pass by? How many dreams? And when the time comes, when the end is near, I want to be there to reach out and wrap my arms around its beautiful burnished body. And if I’m lucky, maybe, just maybe it will happen for me.
1606. saturday night
1605. wanderings
I’ve been working on this one for days. I think it’s done…
Emptiness is the best part of everything. I think. It’s what catches the eye, inviting imagination to come, to wander and wonder about some bird, or perhaps some other kind of creature, who took it upon itself to poke a hole in this tree that had been growing tall for 60 or 70 years, maybe longer, and changed its course giving it a new meaning and purpose. All this time, it was busy being a tree, and now what?
Where am I? What am I doing now? Why am I here? The tree doesn’t ask, it just goes along with the flow of whatever comes along today, and today, and today. Why can’t I? Some days I need answers. Some days I simply enjoy the imperfections.
And Leonard Cohen said, “There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”
1604. woof!
Pulled over to the side of the road, a big high-top van, big paws on the wheel, sits with a big Saint Bernard in the driver’s seat. He barks, it shakes, I keep going….but not before I take a picture.😘
1603. forbidden drive
1602. david & goliath
Tap-tap-tap…tap-tap…tap-tap…tap-tap-tap. It took a while for me to see where the sounds were coming from. Later on, looking at my photo, I immediately thought of David and Goliath. It’s not the size of the challenge but the size of your own heart that matters.
1601. daffodils
1600. let’s romp
A breezy sunny day, outside sparrows are frolicking on tall summer grasses at the bottom of the hill that runs along the railroad tracks behind the old house. Taking turns, the sparrows romp—clinging to the long blades, bobbing up and down, jumping on then off, bouncing over and over, shaking and twittering!
Wished I could go outside and play with them, but simply waved. I didn’t take a picture, this is my memory from last summer.
1599. eyes to eyes
1598. Bonnie & Clyde
1597. snow
The last day of the second month of the year 2025. Winter is almost over. The snow’s all gone now. It was a good winter for snow—not too much, not too little. HONK!
1596. still life
1595. when we were young
When we were young, we were the best of friends. We played together, traveled together, explored, discovered and learned together. When it was time to go to school, I only wanted to go with him to first grade but I wrote all my numbers backwards, so they put me in kindergarten. Years later, I remember the time we were just talking about this and that and my brother said to me, “Lan, you and I and Mom and Pop, we were all together in another lifetime…and we’ll be together again.” I can hear him even now, smiling. 😊
1594. take my picture!
1593. the lineup!
I didn’t do this. This was in Dan‘s kitchen. What in the world was he thinking?!😆
1592. what joy!
….well, almost!
The snow’s all gone now. I think maybe it won’t snow again this winter, but who knows!
1591. hopalong
Gazing down into the creek, frozen over with snow and ice, I spotted the grey bunny. I named him, Hopalong.
1590. beyond the pale
“If there is life after the Earth life, will you come with me even then? Since we’re bound to be something, why not together?” These words from a poem by Mary Oliver immediately brought to mind a picture I had taken of two wild geese flying high, together.
Yes, there is so much enmity and suspicion all around in this world, but that’s not all there is. Yes, “There is life without love. It is not worth a bent penny…”