rain keeps falling
and my ears keep ringing….
chilly morning
*
standing face to face
with the stone cold Buddha….
are his ears ringing, too?
1830. do you hear cicadas?
1829. Skylar
surprise! surprise!
s - k - y - b - l - u - e
say “hello!”
Say “hello!” Well, he wouldn’t, though he’s a good talker but on his own terms! That’s Skylar, named for his sky blue color. He’s a Blue Indian Ringneck Parrot, getting his daily D’s hiking up on Andorra Meadow in the Wissahickon. What a surprise! You just never know who you’ll meet on a hike through the woods.
1828. double take
final cut
reaching out for one last big bite
sneaky snaky tree
Walking along the trail, she did a double take. That fallen tree resembled a huge serpent ready to take a deadly bite out of that other tree! He quick pulled out his camera to take a shot….she did the same!😘
1827. it’s autumn
it’s mighty cold
and all the leaves are turning red 🍂
woohoo!
It’s 38° this morning and 21 days till Halloween. Red’s my favorite color. Just sayin’! 👻
1826. kinda magical
before dawn
outside my front window
three deer
How many times I’ve looked out the front window and watched people passing by, or cars and trucks or fire engines or the morning school bus taking children to school. This morning, it was still dark as I was just about to sit down in my reading chair when I looked out the window and saw three deer under the street light standing there on the grass, leisurely feeding on the acorns fallen from the tree next door. Now and then they raised heads carefully to look around. I wished them well and said a prayer for their safe return home to the woods nearby. A few minutes later, I looked again and they were gone.
It’s kinda magical to me to be living in close proximity to the beauty in nature’s wild animals and now and again to observe deer and foxes and rabbits and herons and hawks, and Canadian geese flying high from golf club to golf club! And it’s reassuring, too.
1825. the host
autumn sprouts
clamoring to blossom and bloom
before the first frost
Taking up residence, three or four different kinds of young greens, sprouting around this tall trunk of a dead tree. Hmmm. . .it’s autumn now, not springtime. How unusual. Will they all be winter hardy? Could this be a sign of yet warmer temperatures to come? Hmmm. . .
1824. holy moly!
holy moly!
my mouth is puckering—
flying dragons!
Cold hardy, the Hardy Orange Tree. It’s also named the Flying Dragon Tree, with fruits too bitter and sour to eat but if you dare, you might live forever like the majestic, heavenly Flying Phoenix in Chinese Mythology.
1823. caution! ⚠️
october sun
illuminating the foxtails
beware!
1822. fun house
in the funhouse
posing for pictures 🐱🐭
cat and mouse
Captivating exhibition at the Michener Museum in Doylestown. “Interwoven”— Anila Quayyum Agha’s cross-cultural expressions in sculpture, embroidery, painting, and drawing. Exhibition runs now through January 11, 2026.
1821. flowers
mirror, mirror
on the wall, who’s the fairest
of them all?
*
in it together
all these flowers—
sharing secrets
Shhh… We all have our secrets, even these flowers.
1820. white snowcaps
weaseling in
on a mountain of hot pink—
white snowcaps
Popping up in anyone’s bed wherever they please, it’s cool how mushrooms don’t follow the rules,
1813. the tango
step, turn, stretch, turn,
lifting arms, ruffling feathers—
the tango
Life is magical. Over by the golf course at the edge of a little pond, I turned to see the tango of two great herons—one white, one blue—dancing to their own music in the soft light of late afternoon.
1812. cinnamon sky
cinnamon sky
a solitary bird soars high
singing for the moon
The moon is always where it is, in the sky up high, let me sing a little song.
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