2049. mail pouch tobacco

 

grab a great big wad

stuff it deep inside your cheek

try not to turn green 🦊❤️

For the last 55 years as I drove the turnpike between my hometown and Philadelphia an old Mail Pouch chewing tobacco sign has endured on the side of an ever aging barn. Yesterday as we drove to and from a family reunion and celebration I was treated again to a flood of memories associated with my cross state travels over the years. But foremost in my bank of memories is the first time that I chewed tobacco  while working in a steel mill in The Mon Valley. I immediately turned a shade of green I have not seen since!! 🦊❤️

2048. fly like a bird

 

no fence high enough

to stop my galavanting

the sky’s the limit… 🦊❤️

As I walked by, a single Mourning Dove looked down at me and kindly posed for a photo. Then it simply took off high into the sky… wow! 🦊❤️

2047. boiling water and pizza

 

the same axiom 

holds true for water and pizza

watching doesn’t help 🦊❤️

A couple of times a month I have morning coffee with my friends Rob and Andrea’s place. I bring along Wawa coffee and he usually supplies delicious bagels and fruit. Well last week he surprised me with a home crafted pizza with delicious tiny golden tomatoes from their garden. I got a kick out of watching him,  watching his pizza cook perfectly.  It didn’t quicken the cooking time, but it assured the crust was perfectly done!!!  🦊❤️

2046. won’t you be my neighbor?

 

a stalk of clover

some blades of hearty green grass

comp’ny for the tree 🦊❤️

Our little parking lot bound tree is growing a neighborhood. Mr. Rogers would be pleased. 🦊❤️

2045. r.i.p. david hockney

 

bringing colors to life

following art where it leads

where blue leaves make sense 🦊❤️

Today’s post of David Hockney is a republishing of my post of 2020. Yesterday he died at age 88. He was an English artist who never ceased recreating himself artistically his entire career. If I had to choose an artist who inspired me the most in my own artistic journey, it would be David Hockney. Rest in peace.  🦊❤️

2044. bolt of lightning

 

from my eye’s corner

an orange lighting bolt leaps

to my eye’s center 🦊❤️

Going from invisible to a flash of lightning… a leaping deer. 🦊❤️

2043. can’t get there from here

 

trapped in a labyrinth

round and round we made our way

finally to escape 🦊❤️

During out evening stroll we came upon a meditation labyrinth. No matter what path we took we couldn’t seem to get to the center. When we finally did make it to the center, getting out was equally challenging. Not very meditative…. The tracker app that we use on walks captured our effort. 🦊❤️