Hope and Courage

How can this hand of lowely me,
compete with the baby blue and pink of you?
An October wonder soft across a dusky mountainus sky.
Hold me close beloved, clear my fears of tears.
Awash my thoughts to a palette of more than hope.
Focus me to true- knees weak, I trumble.
In looking through these eyes- so easy to be humble.
Dear sweet Earth and Sky, you kiss lowly me.
That with trimbling hand points brush to canvas,
says courge can, if but in a small way be free.

Shangrila

Oh sweet early morning haze,
with gray-green moutain tops anew.
The rising of thy sweetheart smiles,
where yellow dry grasses wave,
as your scourching Summer's kisses cool.
Geese flock now, in arrows for their journey near-
Redwing blackbirds, Meadowlarks,
their words spoken, I hear.
Gentle breeze, soft lips touch my cheek,
soul alive, smiling now- here clear water flows.
Ah, this place, this lovely Highland Creek.

Mea Culpa

This November day,
as the first blanket of icy white fades,
in your warm kiss-
The texture of softness, blue,
white with gray moves east in Autumn's bliss-
Sensual trees and grasses dip and sway,
time flows-this day! this day!
Birds flit and fly on wing,
so close within your ark.
Across the field sings black bibbed yellow meadow lark.
There a painted pinto pony grazes,
head down, tresses curl, fold and flips-
Leaves sprint and sprawl,
at your sweet breathy lips.
A gift given to lowly me, to see,
to hear, taste and touch your wonderest majesty.
Your hand consistent on me,
this restless quill pointed to your will.
So good to me, so good to me,
when I loved you not, you loved me still-
on this November's rainy day,
I stoke the fire to warm the chill.

For Those Who Know

You are spots and dots my dappled friend,
a perfect black diamond at your peak.
Love is all you give me. Love is all I seek.
We walk this road together, you always at my side.
Astride we stroll, our footfalls a rhymic rhythem glide.
Life springs green through Summer's dust, Autumn's leaves-
the white of Winter's snow.
To time of days and weeks, through months and years we go.
May the loyality in me, match the nobility of you-
You on your four feet, me on my two.

Walking the Plank

Help me! Help me Lord be, why-what you want me to be?
Help me! Help me Lord, be why-what you want me to be.
Day and night fold into a sea of infinite possibility.
Lest I forget your love for me,
this lowly pawn free, not free.
Most loved literate load lo-
fervent passions roam, gig my heart to place.
Stars flow-spin, whorl through day and night of here.
Come close my love, propel propine,
your kiss of life so dear.
Mair, major majesty, mair.
A thousands arrows cast,
missing the mirky mark.
This bent shaft honed true reason to you in sooth.
A humble poet's head and heart pointed,
looking for the truth.

A Daniel of a Judge

If I didn't know better I'd say I was half lit when I posted some of this stuff.
No one in their right mind would call me a witch...just look at my spelling.

My brushes call to me,
in between a drowsy dream of earth and sky.
Waiting colours dance,
on gray canvas where I fly.
Time had stopped for me.
Many years had passed me through.
On waking up to the illumine of morn,
imagine my surprise.
In my bed, down below, I heard your cries.
Now time for us to see,
and paint a sparkling portrait of bright possibility.
My brushes call to me-
A spontaneous, special. spectra hue.
Waiting colours dance-
with gesso-gest anew.


Today is but a few days passed the end of August.
The morning is crisp and clean.
I inspire, sagacious for more.
I watch the ground before me.
My eyes are wide with possibilities of seeing new arenas.
This is my sostenudo walk- my Autumn stroll.
In my dream, time stood still.
I raise a palm to shield the brightness of your starry light,
averring Arurora has a twin.
Touche!
My heart touched with gratitude deep within.
Indeed, we shall see that dreams shall come anew.
So let it be written, so let it be true.

Be Back Soon

Can you dig it?

Moles are from the family Talpidae, talp Latin for mole. I'm guessing this is a Southern Mole, Scalopus aquaticus, scalop is Greek for mole.
Please know that I didn't hurt this little guy, it wasn't easy to hold him down with a trowel and take his picture. A shark may have a mouth full of big teeth, but this little guy has a mouth full of razor sharp teeth too, and he wasn't happy about getting his photo taken.
While watching this mole tunnel under the lawn, he dug right through a red ant colony, the ants didn't like it at all, but it didn't seem the bother him any. I was surprised to watch how fast earth worms can move out of the dirt and scurry along the lawn inorder get away from becoming a happy meal. As you can see this guy is well fed.
I was also surprised how strong moles are. Those front paws are powerful, he almost knocked the trowel out of my hand several times. Moles must have huge pectoral muscles.
Personally, I don't think moles mess up the lawn that bad, and they must eat a ton of grubs. After taking this photo I blessed him and let him go. Can you dig it?

Canon Shot

Hahahah!

Counting My Blessings

Laughter in the worst of times can get you through a whole lot of pain.
This is my dear twelve-year-old neighbor who gave me hope that kindness, and love, and truth, is a strength.

No Makeup!

A little goofy! Who is that woman?
It's not easy to take your own picture.

A Warm Winters Day

Who would have guessed it would take me two days to learn how to transfer a photo from my camera to the laptop, and then transfer it again to this computer? Not me, that's for damn sure, but it did.
Dang! Now if I can only remember how I did it.

I have to drive back in a week or two, Oooh.

Mourning Dove

The sun came out for less than a minute as I watched two doves on the deck. Both had the palest pink tint of colour in the sun light. Coo Hue.

Blessed are the Librarians

And a cool old priest.

Spring in Republic Washington

What kind of dog is that Martha?

Look over there George, here comes six more.

Hot Dog!

Der ist das hund und der bun...and you thought my english spelling was bad hahaha! I had a tail to go with this pic, but I lost it somewhere...a new take on the princess and the pea.

More pooch pics that really pull on those heart strings at Hawk Talk

Highway of Life

When Spring Time rolls around, have you ever noticed how time seems to pickup speed?





Topaz

Rose Portrait

I love this photograph: gloved hands, thorns, that huge pink and yellow rose over Rye's heart, the denim coat and overalls, and that knowing stright-on look into the viewers eyes. This is a photo I can't stop looking at, there is so much here to see.
A wonderful look into a heart of a man.

Franz Marc

What happened to, "We are Family"?

It's As Easy As That?

Encouragement