a consistently beautiful thing
from just about any angle.
what must it be like to be
a natural cherry?
University of WA puddle
go there
If puddles were portals, where would you go?
Suzzallo and Allan Libraries at the University of Washington, Seattle.
peace
This restless heart found quiet purchase
in the middle of millions of thoughts, words, and ideas..
Humanity published, quiet, patiently waiting.
small blazes
I went looking for you, afraid I had missed your coming and going.
My head down, to the task, while you lifted to the sun, bright, able.
Raising my eyes to see the last of your small blazes. Grateful, even for just a glimpse.
invasive
Beauty,
invasive that takes over
and tricks and
isn’t what it should be.
Gorgeous but all consuming.
Let’s have none of that dishonesty.
Landings
Spring is nature’s maximalist take.
Spring allows itself to be all it needs for perpetuation.
Does every seed sprout?
Does every drop of rain make its way to exactly where it should be?
No. But the force forward is unparalleled in our world.
The urge and inevitability that creation will create,
needs must onward,
there is no other option.
If time is to pass anyway,
may it pass in such exuberance,
knowing full well that not all landings stick..
but enough landings will make it.
dynamic
The dynamic air of spring, coming into itself in April.
extraordinary
I walk here so often, that it does run the risk of feeling ho-hum, or even, dare I say it, ordinary. When I feel this, it’s time to bring my camera. It’s time to notice.
Spring Is Trying
She is pushing through..
Hopes finding their way through the hard ground
seeking warmth and headed away
from things that are cold.
Maybe she can see beauty in this transition. Maybe though, she simply knows she must do it. There is no other option but forward. Spring’s momentum isn’t choice, it’s necessity. Does that make it any less lovely? I don’t think so, and I wish you all to feel the same, no matter what this season is bringing you.
🐦
“Effie…I will not be pigeon-holed.”
Sometimes I like to imagine birds having conversations.
Especially pigeons. These were far off, but body language still talks.
Colorado Crocus, 2011
Sanctuary
Beautiful sanctuaries that, when the light hits just right, make believers out of cynics.
the details at 1.4
The discarded things, the tiny moments.. how light hits, how hair falls.
How time outside is magic for anyone noticing.
narcissus
Close to blooming
Coming forth
Maybe now, let us celebrate the mess.
It comes into itself,
Wild, free, full of light,
Able to accept the chaos
that some times exists on the path to purpose.
at 7am
Small things seen at sunrise, are so easy to miss in the morning midweek rush.
to beg
Finding myself
who normally rejoices
in the darkness of winter,
never one to need anything to come alive
on my behalf,
begging for Spring
the hope of Seasons.
on gratitude
"There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours."-Jean-Paul Sartre
3 Variants
I recognize I am air in varied states of holding and letting go. At times, too much is contained which forces the release. Other times I am light and free, invisible, having let go of the weight. Often, as is today, I am holding things, unable to rest, unable to release, a mist seen but not felt. The idea is there, but it is both too much and too little to transcend.
Shoestring #5
To end this fun series, I chose my favorite portrait, and possibly the most recognizable. Britt Lower (aka Helly R) playing “Queen” at the Shoestring circus, after filming season 2 of Severance. Dope that I am, despite being a huge fan of season 1, AND being very braggy about never forgetting a face, I had no clue who this was. My mind was in circus mode. I simply snapped this image of a pretty woman playing ukulele on a tent.
I may have even accidentally bumped into her while she welcomed people and showed them their seats before the show, but I can't be sure 🤣. Had I realized, I would have told her just how much I appreciate her work, because good art is good art, regardless of the medium. Still, I'm thrilled to have caught this portrait of an artist I admire.
For now, this concludes circus week. I’ve set the reminders in my calendar to purchase tickets April 2nd, and you can bet I’ll be attending again, camera in tow!