1982. could it be?

 

up atop the cross

a bird sits watch o’er the land

maybe… holy ghost? 🦊❤️

Birds perching on crosses way up in the air always catch my attention.  I immediately think it is the Holy Ghost keeping an eye on things. One never knows… 🦊❤️ 

1981. rearin’ to rise

 

bright bobbin’ balloon

tethered tightly to a tree

rearin’ to rise up 🦊❤️

We stopped and watched the bright red ballon straining to break free of its tether. Just like all of us… 🦊❤️

1980. batter up

 

the snow had melted

a sea of plastic remains

time for balls and strikes 🦊❤️

During our evening walk at Chestnut Hill College we the noticed that all of the snow on the women’s softball field had melted snd the enormous plastic tarp was fully exposed. The setting sun made appear like it was a wave filled surf.  Was a very cool sight. 🦊❤️

1979. where goest thou?

 

footprints in the snow

going here and going there

weaving who knows where 🦊❤️

The circuitous paths of people’s travels revealed in the snow…🦊❤️

1978. another day’s work done

chairs rest on tables

another day came and went

all’s left is cleanup 🦊❤️

 As we left the movie theater, the once bustling restaurants were closed and cleaning up from a long day’s work. It was a lonely sort of sight to see.   🦊❤️

1977. my olympic gold

just like younger days

the first to dig out my car

a big small victory 🦊❤️

In my younger days I prided myself on being the first one in the neighborhood to shovel out my driveway, and the driveways of older neighbors. Not much has changed in my old age… 🦊❤️
 

1976. a tree’s burden

 

a burden of white

shouldered by your strong branches

bouncing in the wind 🦊❤️

Upon waking up I looked out of my window and was awestruck by the  branches of a tree billowing with snow. Such strength by the tree. Such balance and grace by the snow. What excitement by the wind bouncing the snow covered branches.  What a show.  🦊❤️