Curled up and cozy next to the radiator. Mikey knows how to chill out.😻
Sunday morning at the college, the visiting ladies’ softball team warming up under clear autumn skies. The home team coach passed me by on the way to his team. “Good morning. Good luck!” I said. “Thanks,” he smiled, “we’ll need it.”
Yesterday someone mentioned the Orionid Meteor Shower tonight. Best views are expected in the northern hemispher. I hope you get to enjoy it. This brought to mind one of my earlier Origami Compositions.
Autumn flowers celebrating life deep in the woods.
On my walk, seeing a smile makes me stop and smile. “Many accomplishments are made by people who study carefully and put in a lot of hard work, but those who follow Tao would rather celebrate the accomplishments of those who got their best ideas while tinkering, or taking a bath, or eating breakfast, or taking a walk, or sipping tea, or just doing nothing.” Deng Ming-Dao
We pulled fresh figs from the trees. Last of the season until next year. Superb!☝️ That’s Dan and Gloria.
We’re staying with friends by the ocean 🌊 Temp: 53° Feels like: 36°🥶
The Barnes Arboretum, outside Frances M. Maguire Art Museum. I visited the museum and 12-acre arboretum for the first time and was impressed by these long-lasting summer blossoms together with the museum’s fine collection of African artifacts, European stained glass, Colonial Mexican paintings, and works by Andy Warhol.
“Dancing In The Rain” — 13x11” — Origami
Here’s a rainy day picture for today’s all day rain. A timely reminder of my upcoming art exhibition, October 16 thru December 19, featuring 35 one-of-a-kind origami compositions. Hope you can visit the show.
Ridge Pike at Bells Mill Road. The thing that really caught my attention at first was their floppy bedroom slippers. You can’t see them in this picture. Sitting in my car waiting for the red light to turn, I was late in grabbing my camera.
Here and there, near and far, heaven and earth. My body made of earth and water, air, space, my own thoughts, my own fingerprints. It’s interesting, my mind drifting like clouds, the tree and I made of the same kind of stuff.
I found a new trail. It ran alongside the dried out creek behind the two little league baseball fields. I was curious. Then off in the distance appeared a deer, ambling slowly, crossing over the trail here and there to feed, and heading in my direction. I stayed still, just watching, not wanting to disturb her. It began to rain. I turned around, walked back and headed home. If my mother were still alive, I’d say, “Guess what I saw today…Let’s go for a walk.”
Some things don’t quite fit into the picture. Some things are just bigger than life!😘
….and more. This morning, I went out early to walk and look around. I saw siamese Simon, waved to Michelle who plays mahjong, was introduced to Enzo, sweet little golden doodle. So much to say and to see just walking about my old village neighborhood.
Utility poles standing tall, like tiny giants making their way in the early evening sky, looking up. . .waiting for the stars to guide the way.
Raccoon! A little raccoon heading my way, walking toward me one step at a time…step, pause…step, pause…a little too slowly, too carefully, his right foot not touching the ground, held high, as though in pain. “Where did you come from, little one?” All alone, was he sad, did he need comfort? I wanted to hold him but I didn’t. I simply stayed awhile watching, holding him in my thoughts and hopes that he be graced by heaven’s tender arms.
One of my teeth needed to go. Waiting 15 minutes for the lidocaine to take effect and numb my gums, all I could do was sit there and stare at the surgeon’s tools. Then I remembered this: “The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.” Somehow, I wasn’t quite feeling it that day.😘
Apart from the crowd, finding the perfect quiet spot to focus on the universe in her hand.
Friday night at the annual Holy Martyrs Carnival in Oreland. Tonight’s the last night, 6 to 10PM.
Seasons change. Summer ends turning over to Fall. Temperatures fall, overnight it seems, and the wind blows bringing things to an end, falling down to the ground—leaves on trees and summer flowers, cicadas, crickets, beetles, fireflies, too. Yet some things stand tall and keep blowing in the wind.
Dahlias are known for standing out in a crowd. They like to stand tall, some as high as 6 feet with blossoms 8 to 12 inches across! The dahlia flower is a symbol of inner strength and perseverance in times of adversity and in 1963 was declared the National Flower of Mexico.
We traveled back to Monongahela to celebrate Dan’s reunion with highschool classmates, all born in 1951 and celebrating their 75th birthday in 2026. What a wonderful party with everyone smiling, shaking hands, hugging, laughing, sharing stories and recounting memories, memories, memories!!!
Gaillardia, Fire Wheel, Sundance, Indian Blanketflower. The state flower of Oklahoma.
“As long as I’m alive, I will continue to try to understand more, because the work of the heart is never done.” Muhammad Ali
Once a puppy always a puppy. A puppy is a puppy. No matter how old or well-trained or well-behaved, a part of him remains a puppy: running and jumping into the air, spinning, wagging, humping, panting, sighing, chasing balls, begging treats and sniffing out where the hot dogs are and soft pretzels too. WOWEE WOW!!! Yesterday’s end-of-summer Puppy Pool Party was a blast. There must’ve been 15 or 20 dogs, big ones, small ones racing around smiling silly, splashing, swimming, shaking off and splattering water onto all of us owners and onlookers. WOWEE WOW!!!
Last night’s moon. It was beautiful. And so close to home, I had to take a picture. It’s not a pretty picture. I don’t mind. You’ll have to believe me, it was beautiful.
Colorful campsite. A short distance away, all their cars were parked along the gravel road at the edge of the woods. The license plate on every car was from Delaware. This made me wonder if these campers were descended from the Lenape Tribe, also known as the Delaware Nation, the indigenous “Original People” of the Greater Delaware Valley. I also read that the Lenni Lenape were highly regarded by other Native American nations and were given the name “Grandfathers” for their respected roles as peacemakers and elders.
What to write about these leaves… Leaves, leaves, nothing but leaves…but wait a minute, that leaf has eyes, sad and lonely little eyes, looking down and out and in the dumps. Makes me wonder…Do leaves on trees have feelings? Do leaves feel sad when they leave their tree and tumble all the way down, all the way down to the ground?
She: “Some mornings I’ve got nothing. I just can’t think of anything to say.” 😝
He: “Yeah yeah. Just do something.” 😘
