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.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Saturday, April 29, 2006
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?
Friday, April 28, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Counting My Blessings
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
A Warm Winters Day
Saturday, April 22, 2006
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.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
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.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
Friday, March 31, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Republic Streetgang
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
What You See Is What You Get

I'm thinking about where I have been, and what I have seen in the past couple of days. Made a three hour drive from Highpoint to the ocean, stayed the night in a place named Southport. Awoke early to a windy morning and stepped outside to walk along the water. Something was floating towards me, so I went to the truck to get the binoculars for a better look; it was a white zippered canvas bag. Where I stood on the bulkhead, I would need a gaff to grab the bag. The bag drifted several yards to snag on some rocks just where the wall tapered, two easy steps down from bulkhead and I grabbed it.
The markings on the wet bag read; "Demo Safety Pac" on one side, and "Life Jackets" in big red letters on the other. While carring the bag back to the deck to finish my coffee, I stoped and looked through a clump of clover for a shamrock. I was thinking a bag of money would be nice... no luck there tho. The contents of the tote: two life jackets, one throwable lifesaver, an orange whistle with lanyard, and a fire extinguisher.
Maybe it's true that you can take the rat out of the river, but never the river out of the rat, I had to smile at what Spirit had sent to me. I'm a totem believing kind of gal, funny, the name of the river...Cape Fear.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Time To Love
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