2055. magnetism

 

in the overnight

the light’s magnetic power

a gath’ring of moths 🦊❤️

While visiting friends over the holiday weekend, we were treated to a magnificent gathering of moths that were drawn to their garage wall by a light fixture. So many types… so many intricate designs. A real July Fourth display. 🦊❤️

2054. perfect miracle

 

what a miracle

the mirrorness of water…

and i can see it… 🦊❤️

There is something magical that happens whenever I sit still and listen to leaves rustling in the wind. Everything becomes a miracle. 🦊❤️

2053. refuge

in the blazing sun

my shadow finds some respite

with those from the leaves 🦊❤️

 My shadow grows more and more grateful to the kindness of leaves during our current heatwave. 🦊❤️ 

2052. good bye sycamore

 

from its high wire perch

a lone bird chirps so sadly

“good bye sycamore…” 🦊❤️

It is indeed sad to watch an enormous Sycamore tree being slowly dismembered day after day by a work crew. A lonesome bird perched on a high wire agrees I think… 🦊❤️

2051. and the winner is….

 

up - up - up it climbs

who will be the first to bloom?

and the winner is!!!!! 🦊❤️

In a dense patch of weeds, A Jack in The Beanstalk like weed climbed into the sky to let the sun’s rays do their work on the anxious bloom buds waited. And the winning bloom is!!!!! 🦊❤️

2050. stand out

it’s taller than tall

who wouldn’t look up to you?

“grow on tree - grow on!!!” 🦊❤️

When I saw this single tree towering above the rest, I could not help but think about my Cousin Joe who was inducted into the Mid Mon Valley Sports Hall of Fame last weekend. Congratulations Joey!! 🦊❤️

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!! 🦊❤️