psst! psst!
hey! come close, look close—
it’s me, my friend
1750. hmmm…
1749. the green mountains
cows graze in open fields
and in the distance looming blue
the green mountains
In Vermont, everywhere you drive you see them: The Green Mountains—250 miles and more than 2 million acres of wildlife habitat, diverse forests, and popular trails. Something to remember.
1748. morning walk
step by step
slowly up and up the incline
oh, the heat
An old dog and his master, together for years, walking up the long familiar hill. They stop for a moment, then continue on. Not too fast and not too slow, but step-by-step they keep going on. I walk back to my car, grab my thermos and drink thirstily.
1747. galumph…galumph…
two boulders
leapfrogging down the mountain—
galumph…galumph…
Soon as I saw those two boulders at the bottom of the mountain, one perched on top of the other, I stopped and just stood there awhile, puzzling….how’d they do that?! Hmmm…. Here’s something to think about: When the going gets tough, the tough make a game of it! 🐸
1746. side by side
thru thick and thin
thru good weather and bad
together
Side by side in the shelter of trees, day by day listening to the timeless chanting of steady streams of clear waters pouring down the mountainside, swishing-churning-tumbling over the smoothed rocky beds from sunup to sundown—hsssshhh…sshhhhssss…hhssshhhh…sshsshhh…
1745. awesome!
upstairs
downstairs….
awesome!
You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Something amazing can happen when we surrender and just let go of old ways of seeing, thinking, being.
1744. bzzz!🐝
oh, to be a bee
a busy busy busy bee—
bzz! bzzz! bzzzz!
I never tire of watching bees. I think that must’ve been true of Emily Dickinson. According to the Emily Dickinson Museum, she wrote about 100 poems for bees.
1743. vermont
everywhere
meadows, rock beds, side of the road
queen anne’s lace
All along the way to Goshen in Vermont, Queen Anne’s Lace. White flowers in green grasses so abundant I thought for sure they must be the State Flower. But no, it’s the Red Clover.
On the way home now, another 4-1/2 hours to go. Should be home early afternoon.
1742. silver solitude
toward the trees
climbing up and up and up
the green mountain
As the sun was settling down, he quietly stood and stepped out from the porch, walking slowly in the direction of the green trees….finally slipping in to the lush magic of the mountain.
1741. curious
the sun
trying to get the day started—
who’s in charge?
It was around nine that morning when I looked up at the sky. The sun was a big round blur of white behind thick cloud cover. I took a few pictures, curious to see how they’d turn out. After fumbling around a little with the editing this looked interesting, made me think of a big eyeball in the sky. Whose eye?
1740. simple pleasures
a spirited woman
can never have too many
fans😘
I am working on a commission for an origami composition with folding fans. I don’t know yet where they’re leading me and it doesn’t really matter. For now, the pleasure of possibilities and simply folding papers is more than enough.
1739. down to the ground
little grasses
everywhere, everywhere
celebrating summer
Little miracles are everywhere, take care not to step on them. “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” Albert Einstein
1738. running fast
running fast
running fast with the hazy sun
faster and faster
A solitary runner softly pumping his arms with the sun like silver sliding down his shoulders, legs kicking one by one, feet fleeting….he’s gone.
1737. the good life
bird by bird
different shapes and colors
finding their feet
“Just Be Yourself” — 8-1/2x14” — Origami
To live a good life there are no hard and fast rules to follow. The secret is to stand on your own two feet and just be yourself. Don’t hurry, slow down, keep it simple. Explore. Never stop learning, never stop growing. Talk your own talk. Walk your own walk. Be true to yourself.
1736. first things first
she missed the alarm
birds call out: Get up! Get up!
here comes the sun!
⏰ Oh no, I overslept! Gotta get going, but first things first—take the picture!
1735. sweet as honey
lighting a cigar
waiting for the fish to bite
honey is sweet
Listening to the sea….waves, they come and they go. No hurry, no worry. Sit down, my friend, seize the day. Honey is sweet. Dream on. Dream on.
1734. lunch!
no time
to complain about the heat
first things first—lunch!
Big rocks piled high by the sea, the perfect landing for fishing….or crabbing. Weekend by the sea—a perfect time and place to unwind and just be.
1733. wonderful
fat and happy—
good friends, good food, good times
nothing beats it
Wonderful weekend in Barnegat Light with Gloria and Rick—sharing stories, smiling, laughing, talking, walking, watching the seagulls and fisherman and ocean rolling its waves coming and going out to sea. Sunday morning breakfast: Scrambled eggs and lox and bialys and tomatoes and cucumbers and onions and olives and capers and cream cheese and butter and hot sauce and coffee and tea. Feeling fat and happy and grateful. Incredible fullness of being.🙏
1732. oh ho!
oh ho!
look ma, no hands
take my picture!
If you really want to find yourself—head for the ocean, lighten your shoulders, spread your wings, let go and fly!
1731. the dove
warming its feet
on top of the mountain
a mourning dove
*
it’s coo coo coo
no, it’s not hoo hoo hoo
said the dove
The first time I ever heard a dove, I thought it was an owl.
1730. weather report
cloudy gray morning
waiting for the sun to rise
bird by bird
Looking outside my window—13 birds, not moving a feather, waiting for the sun to rise. It’s gonna be hot! hot! hot!
1729. in the now
in space and time
flying across the blue sky
a squirrel
1728. time
it takes time
to make flowers by hand, but
that doesn’t stop me
*
no need to cut off heads
i hold the paper, fold and fold
flowers sing
“Flowers Are My Friends for Life” — 6 x 6” — Origami
Georgia O’Keeffe was known for painting large, intimate portraits of flowers. “Nobody sees a flower, really. It is so small. We haven’t time. And to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”
1727. the tree and i
even in the face
of this fallen tree, i see
magnificence
*
i am
in the picture big of life
small small small
1726. friends
my friend
with his friend, tail wagging
pleads, take us along!
Eyes sparkling, little brown and white dog behind the glass door barks and barks at me, then turns and races off quickly reappearing with his friend, wagging his tail back-and-forth-back-and-forth back-and-forth, like a back-seat mini wiper blade. I wish I could’ve taken them along for a walk. Next time I pass by if I can remember which house, I’ll knock on the door to say hello.😘
1725. eye on the prize
eye on the cat kibble
not moving a whisker—
a squirrel
*
eye on the prize
squirrel and the cat kibble
bold! bold! bold!
It was fun watching the squirrel trying every angle to figure out how to approach getting to the kitty kibble in the bowl on our table. We were sitting with Tommy, who was totally unfazed by the squirrels antics.😽
1724. sipping saki
diving in
first thing in the morning
sipping saki
*
losing her mind
diving in again and again
ambrosia
Ahhh yes—waking early, composing haiku, sipping saki….lingering into stillness. 😘 The little bugger getting her fill.
1723. happy 4th!
ohh, the heat
bubbles and foam by day
fireworks tonite
Another hot day, and life goes on. I was heading to the library to pick up a book and a DVD. Outside on the lawn, people coming out for a bubble party, pretending it’s snow, having a blast to get cool, keep cool, be cool. If I had known, I could have brought a bathing suit and jumped right in for a selfie!😘 Happy 4th!
1722. a good thing
smothered
under a blanket of green—
yellow dandelions,
like butterflies fluttering
across a summer field
Life isn’t meant to be all black and white. That’s a good thing. I occasionally like to try things in black and white. It can be interesting. This time my thoughts suggested using a tanka, a longer form of classical Japanese poetry.
1721. two feet….two fishes
two feet, in the street
two fishes, twiggy and greeny
waterlogged
All I wanted to do was get home. I was 45 minutes away when the skies opened up and the rains poured down in sheets. All those cars, rushing bumper-to-bumper on City Avenue with blinkers on, wiper blades ratcheted up to high….then a big pick-up truck hotfooting by flooded my windshield. I yowled! It was an interesting ride all the way home. Finally stepping out of the car I saw these two fishes down on the road, befuddled. Breathing easy now, I stopped for a pic.😘
1720. looking back
folding paper
daydreaming poems
just a kid
When I was a kid, no one talked of my potential or of having a job or a career or growing up and getting ahead….or growing old. I did go into business. I sometimes wonder who introduced me to paper and poems. Was it the book that read, do what you love….and don’t forget to play, or the fortune teller who said, “…you ought to write.” Who would’ve thought that now at 79—after years in the busy world—I’d still be here, working with good satisfaction, waking up before the sun to read and write poems, folding paper, married, grateful, and at times daydreaming just like a kid wondering, ‘what’s next?’
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