1987. just like spring


 which way, gang
left, right, or straight ahead?
don’t cross the tracks!





Frisky young doe, first one…then two…three, four, five…six. We watched them scamper across the road running, like a band of bandits, racing along the curve of grassy ground, then halting in a bunch, looking around where to go next. They were young and fresh, just like Spring.




1986. napping 😴


on the sofa 
knee crossed over knee….
zonked






“Let’s begin by taking a smallish nap or two. . . When in doubt take a nap. . . A nap is always a good idea.” Winnie the Pooh has a lot to say about taking a nap.  I like naps. Short naps are the best. 





1985. seeing red


ready to unfurl
buds of red leaves curled up tight
red, white, on blue

 


Wow. If I had a nickel for every red bud on that mighty red maple, I’d be rich as a quadrillionaire!😘




1984. read


in the bookshop
feeling right at home
reading books

 



A good book can make you feel right at home. A book is like a garden that blossoms and blooms. Books are like friends. Books are good things to have. “If you only read the books, everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.” Haruki Murakami




1983. the quiet


just sitting
waiting for the sun to rise
two buddhas

 



Early morning is a favorite time of day. Just sitting, listening to the quiet.




1982. our gang


hangin’ out
away from the crowd of grownups 
the little rascals

 




Yesterday’s opening of an art exhibit at Aubrey Arboretum was well attended. It was crowded and loud. Food was plentiful. Wines and children’s punch drinks also plentiful. The exhibition of paintings by Pragya Gupta was impressive and inspiring. My favorite takeaway was this photo of a group of children hanging out together. Made me think of the old black and white TV series, Our Gang.




1981. Lenten Rose


daring to bloom
in time for the lenten season 
lenten roses

 



Looking at today’s weather, it was 37° feeling like 29°. Here are hellebore flowers blooming on this cold, windy morning during the Lenten season just before Easter. Though not in the rose family, hellebores are known as Lenten Roses and are among the few flowers vital enough to grow and bloom in the snows and ice of late winter and early spring. They appear to be dainty and delicate, and yet.  




1980. snoozin’

 


shadows and sunshine
not too much….not too little
getting her Ds



It’s Mikey’s Day! Hey! Hey! It’s Caturday! 😻




1979. fish sampler


a thought, a wish
a fish…a fish…a fish…a fish…
blue on blue





“Making Wishes on Folded Fishes” — 6x15”— Origami 

In the beginning there was a thought, and then a wish, and then a fish, and a fish, and a fish, and a fish. I had an idea to fold some fishes, and I wanted them to be blue, so I folded a variety in eight or ten different shapes with one pattern of blue paper, but it wasn’t ‘right.’ I tried a different paper, but that wasn’t right either. Then another in plain white to better show the folds in the paper. Nothing satisfied me. Then I thought about trying tissue paper and painting the fishes. I lost count of how many fishes I folded. Then I had this idea to make a fish sampler. Making wishes on all my fishes—I like this one!



1978. talking to the moon


good morning, moon
what will this day bring?
that’s up to you🌖

 


Have a good day! 🌖 




1977. no dummies



one squirrel
climbing up and up and up
now what?!

 



Squirrels are masters of ‘hurry up and wait!’ I watched this squirrel low on the pole, holding on, not moving an inch, for the longest time.  Then up and up and up it went all the way to the top, and again holding on, not moving an inch, for the longest time. Which way next—left, right, straight ahead or straight down.  Was it thinking? Can squirrels think?  Yes. They use cognitive abilities to plan, solve problems, navigate; and their brains grow15% in the fall to help remember where they buried thousands of nuts.




1976. bees are buzzing


bees are buzzing
drinking sweetest sweetnesses 
of spring 

 



I went into the woods for the first time this Spring and saw a flower that was new to me —Winter Acolite, a member of the Buttercup family. A naturalist on the trail told me to look for these flowers. “If you’d like to see something special, there are unusual flowers blooming up there on the right. . .” He was quite excited and eager to tell me about his find. I found the flowers easily. The ground was covered with golden brightness 🔅shining like sunshine ☀️ and giving off a fragrance so, so sweet! 




1975. elvis


after the show
empty street. . .a lone rider
heading home

 



The clock change for daylight saving time always throws off my biorhythm for a day or so. This morning the ringing clock woke me for work. I really didn’t want to get up.  Lying in bed, I thought of the documentary film we saw last night in Ambler, “EPiC: Elvis Presley In Concert.”  Loved it!!




1974. a little wonder


after the snows
a kingdom of mushrooms 
 crowning the stump

 



The beauty of change. Think I’ll add this to the many wonders of the our world.



 

1973. hmmm. . .


put on your flip flops 
break out the old banjo and
just do it later!


 



On yesterday’s walk thru the neighborhood, a license plate stopped me—Just Do It Later!  Hmmm. . . I looked closer—Pura Vida.  Pura Vida is a way of greeting in Costa Rica, like “hi!”or “hey hey!” It translates as ‘pure life’ or ‘simple life’ and is the unofficial national motto for Costa Ricans who choose to live laid-back and optimistic by letting things go, enjoying life, and being grateful. Hmmm...


1972. a candle


heated tongue of flame
slowly burning its basket
of melting wax


 


The way of a candle. 




1971. cold hardy


thawing out
after the long winter freeze—
snow, ice, two goldfish






Thawing out, welcoming spring, getting ready for another season of fun in the sun on the links. Two orange goldfish, heads to the current of melting waters streaming into the spillway across from the pond in the Rolling Hills Golf Club.




1970. snow drops


fresh snow drops
in the shade of the old pine tree—
it must be spring

 




My eyes lit up at the sight of snowdrops in bloom. I bent down low to the ground to take a picture. 




1969. a story


sunshine and shadows
near and far, high and low
alone together

 



They say every picture tells a story. I can’t help but wonder what’s the story here. Did he just happen to sit down in the chair across the table from her? Were they strangers? Or were they a couple sitting together, traveling in two different worlds?



1968. at peace


laying my head down
closing my eyes. . .
at peace



 

Here’s a drawing from a while ago of Mikey and Willey sleeping on the sofa. Mikey is up there on cushions on the left, and on the right are Willey’s hind quarters and striped tail. 

“The more cats you have, the longer you’ll live. If you have a hundred cats, you’ll live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered and people will have a thousand cats and live forever.” Charles Bukowski




1967. good luck!


trying to catch
a balloon in the breeze
click!


 


Good luck trying to make a balloon behave in the breeze so you can get a good picture? Can’t be done! Or can it?! 😘




1966. the wizard?


yellow bricks
climb all the way to heaven
is that the wizard?!

 




That’s the giant smokestack at Chestnut Hill College. All those yellow bricks, 80 or 90 feet high of them, made me think of the Yellow Brick Road and Wizard of Oz. 




1965. in the zone


side by side
two young girls sharing time,
out of time




 

Side by side, two young girls sharing space and time. Slowing down, sitting down. . .taking turns talking and listening. . .together. . .stepping out of time. 

This scene takes me back to the time Dan and I did this together. Time after time, we made time to sit down and read a book together, quietly sharing thoughts and feelings. I smile remembering. (Our book was, “The Courage to Be Happy.”)




1964. thumpety thump thump


mr. & mrs. frosty
waving hello and goodbye 
thumpty thump thump

 


What a winter! It’s great to see you! We’ll be back again sometime!




1963. snow again


snow again
counting the days till spring
1-2-3-4 wheelbarrows

 


It snowed again overnight. ❄️ 



1962. wow!


a real looker—
six feet tall with curvy curves
wow!🤩 

 



Yesterday’s snow was wet and heavy, perfect for building a snowman so I went out for a walk, hoping to find one for a photo. But no luck, or so I thought, until circling back toward home just down the street, there she was, big and beautiful—my very first snowlady, 6 feet tall with curvy curves, orange eyes, a rosebud mouth, and a silvery rhinestone cowgirl top hat! 🤩




1961. it’s still winter


it’s still winter—
snowed over night all night long
and still snowing!



 

That’s Mike, my upstairs neighbor, outside at 5:38 this morning cleaning off snow from his truck. Looks like about 12 inches. Glad I can wait til later to do my car—it’s right behind his truck.




1960. higher and higher


higher and higher
way up there in the sky—
what fun!

 



How many times I look up in the sky and think to myself. . .wish i could fly!




1959. hurry up and wait!


standing in line
waiting for the doors to open
odd man out 
*
snow’s all gone now
more snow’s on the way….
waiting 






Heavy snows in the forecast again—14 to 18 inches, wind gusts up to 40 mph, due to begin tomorrow morning by 7AM. Wanting to stock up on food, I hurried to Trader Joe’s early thinking they’d be open at 8AM only to have to wait til 9. Fun part was seeing so many women hurrying in from every direction, and just one guy. With nothing to do but wait we all ended up in a group chat, kinda like clucking hens with a lone rooster joining in. Turned out to be a fun way to start the day.




1958. me and my bird


feeling heavy
all the way down to the ground—
me and my bird

 



“He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” — 10x8” — Origami 

I finished this one just in time. It’s perfect for saying how I woke up this morning.  Got up late, feeling droopy, sky’s all dreary. Atmospheric pressure weighing me down. It’s raining heavy, temperatures climbing, foggy air on the way down. Perfect day to hang low.😉





1957. in the museum

 
sitting down 
crossing one knee over the other
ahh. . .


 


How lovely to have the time to go somewhere and just sit there, like you belong.






1956. our anniversary

 


exchanging rings
sharing life together
feeling grateful






It’s been 365 days, 8,760 hours, and  525,600 minutes since we exchanged our rings, vowing to love, honor, and respect each other in marriage. We have been working mutually to nurture kindness, friendship, patience, harmony, and peace at home. 
G. K. Chesterton believed in The Miracle of the Ordinary. He thought that common daily life—filled with mundane responsibilities—holds more wonder, mystery, and divine natural law than any abstract philosophy. Our experience has shown this to be true. 






1955. blowin’ in the wind



blowin’ in the wind
feathery fronds and feathers
flutter on the hill





One last snowy picture. On the hillside the birds and tall grasses holding on tight in the wind—feathery fronds and feathers all swayin’ and swingin’. 






1954. tommy’s back



settling down
in front of the fireplace 
the big meow
*
tommy
coming to life again
 on parcheesi!
*
a cuppa joe
by the fireplace
with tommy



Sunday morning, sipping French Roast by the fireplace, making room for Tommy.  Looking over to see Dan’s interpretation of Tommy in papier-mâché clay. Tommy perfectly poised, as Dan builds step by step allowing layer on layer to slowly dry by the fire, the perfect place. 😻❤️




1953. walk in the woods


fresh air and sunshine
two robins, a red bird, one deer and a dog….
good boy, teddy

 



I stopped and watched a lone deer foraging, nibbling steadily, head low to the ground. I was glad there was food to fill her belly. Deer usually travel in company, so I looked around for others nearby but she was alone. Then she sensed my presence, looked up and stared awhile in stillness, allowing me a clear photo for my blog.






1952. honey and me


honey and me
in love we’ll be, a long time
a mighty long time!

 



Happy Valentine’s Day to all who love everywhere!  Love is alive. Love is a force. It is the energy which allows, opens up, and expands….it creates, reveals, shares, and heals.❤️






1951. tracks


tracks in the snow
plodding and skating along
who goes there?

 



Wandering, wondering. Two distinctly different patterns of footsteps, one in the snow, one on the snow, weighty and feathery, sinking and sliding. Side-by-side who were they? Crow 🐦‍⬛ or rabbit🐇 or squirrel 🐿️ or raccoon🦝 or deer🦌 or fox🦊. Did they travel together? Early or late in the day?  Where are they now? Did they survive the freezing cold?  I hope so.❤️




1950. everything’s gonna be all right


taking my seat
i looked up to see the king
and i smiled


 


Yesterday in the loo at The Mill, sitting down, i looked up and right there just above my knees, front and center, 24” x 30” — Bob Marley, the King of Reggae. His image took me back to reggae rhythms and messages of peace, love, and justice. I could almost hear him singing, “yeah, everything‘s gonna be all right!”  ✌🏻 ❤️ 🙏🏻 




1949. life goes on


faded flowers
casting fresh shadows
on snow



 

Last summer‘s blossoms blooming all over again on the snow.  Every ending brings some new beginning. Life goes on. . .and on. 




1948. sunshine and shadows.



sky was blue 
snow was white, sun shown bright, and
i was shivering!


 


On the way home from a massage, I stopped at the park for a walk through the woods. Right away I realized I wasn’t dressed for the cold, but I kept walking anyway. It was worth it—look at the picture I brought home!




1946. purple dreams


turn on, turn on 
when in doubt, wear purple out….
dance on


 


“Dancing In The Rain, Purple Rain” —10x8” — Origami

Dan sent me a picture of a woodblock print that I thought was pretty cool. Thanks, honey! I made my own interpretation of it. Here’s the original:


1945. stoked


zig-zag zig-zag
there’s a big-big zig-zag
sky



 

Friday morning, the sun rose up and stoked the sky.




1944. white in white



white on white
you guessed it—more snow again
snow on top of snow

 


6:00AM—This is it: 17° with windchill at -2°, high winds and a steady drop in degrees all day. I chuckle to think how two months ago I wondered if we would see any snow this winter season.😆




1943. brighter days



what’s this?
lucky cat and golden fishes—
brighter days are coming




 
“Here’s Waving At You!” — 4x4” — Origami 

No new pictures to post, here’s an oldie but goodie to brighten the day. Maneki-neko is the Japanese cat with raised paw said to bring happiness and good fortune. 




1942. peace


tiny buddha 
in an ocean of snow
ever-smiling






“Life is like a mirror. Smile at life and it smiles back at you.” Peace Pilgrim




1941. icy-hot!


icy fireball
lighting up the morning sky—
luv that sun!




I recently read a critique stating that too little is said about the morning sun, with poet after poet giving attention to the setting sun. I just wanted to say, I don’t feel at all ho-hum about the morning sun—It’s the greatest!😘



 

1940. the view from here


a patch of red
in a small corner of the view
removing my gloves


 


When life appears buried in bone-chilling ice, if you stay out in the cold air long enough to look around, you’ll find a spot of bright red to warm your day.