Bouncy

Bouncy, bouncy
the baby jumped and jumped
up and down, bobbing and dancing
 
Squeaky spring loaded action
hanging from the doorway
 
Bouncy, bouncy, squeak
giggle, giggle, squeak
 
Quiet for a moment
then a flurry of more excitement
 
……………………………………………
 
I want one!

Dark Beauty

On wiles and impressivity
consider the tomato
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from a dark and deadly family
evolved beauty fragrant and lovely
 
Could this be enlightenment?
Strength and vibrance
in plump and youthful countenance
celebrating life with all it’s being
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not really a vegetable
rather a noisy fruit
with poison leaves
and native ancestors
Spirit Trees

Spirit Trees

Dancing Trees

From our walk the other day, when I discovered a grove of birch right next to the underpass to the freeway. It was a tiny forest surrounded by asphalt. If the faeries were hiding out there, they had a very small roaming space in this reality. It had that kind of magical feel though, as if it were actually a doorway into some other place. I wanted to speak of the incongruence in the image, so I layered the mini-forest with the texture of the close up of the asphalt.

Beloved

Frumbly mumbly
mired in muddling thoughts
 
Or twinkly winkly
uplifted and light
 
The fact is you’re loved
the same huggly snuggly
 
Nurtured and beloved
night, day, light, dark, high, low
 
Ain’t that grand?
(Yeah, I think so, too!)
Hmmm Daze

Hmmm Daze

She Stood There Forever

I was thinking today of one of my favorite photographers, and her super effective style of using the diptych in a lot of her image presentations, so I thought I  would give it a try. I’m not sure it translates, yet it was enjoyable. I just may try it again.

Carnation

the carnation is considered
a more plebian flower
 
far less expensive
than the rose
 
yet, it exudes an odor
most sweet and delightful
and intricately garbed in
colors bright and beautiful
 
sometimes, a carnation
will more than suffice
Fear Face

Fear Face

Remembering

I created this face image in the darkroom in the early 70s. I slathered vaseline on my face,  rolled my face on photographic paper,  then exposed the paper to light and  developed it. I never really did much with the image even though it intrigued me. It’s not a really friendly image. I think I must have created it to make this piece, all these years later. It finally feels complete. I’ve been learning lots about pushing into fear lately.  This is appropriate.

Plains of Love

In the company of horses
we can ride the plains of love

Seeking the one enthralling vista

where misted mountains
hug chilled and pristine lakes
Or on mundane Mondays
we can ride the dusty trail
past the old abandoned well
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On a steed of strength and power
allowing free rein
we can experience the wildness
as we can gallop through unknown terrain
Bloom

Bloom

Where are you growing?

Busy busy day. Still, I got in a very short walk. This year we actually had an iris bloom in our yard (a first in this home), but no tulips. I had to walk the neighborhood to find this one. The subtle floral border is a hand drawn ink border which I created for an wedding invitation over 30 years ago. It’s kind of fun recycling the old stuff which I thought was no longer useful. E-Cycling.  It doesn’t save any pixels that I am aware of, yet I get warm and fuzzys thinking I might have re-purposed some.