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1583. christmas heroes
1582. “i’ll handle the appetizer”
i can handle that
bring appetizer… no prob!
till four a.m. came 🦊❤️
We are really excited to be spending Christmas Eve day in North Jersey with my son Kev, his girlfriend Hillary and her family. I had the job of bringing an appetizer for the gathering. I confidently told Yulan, “I will take care of the appetizer don’t worry about it!” For some reason I took great delight in “handling the appetizer”. At 4:00AM I woke and thought “Did I get an appetizer or did I get an hors d’oeuvre at the market?” I did a quick Google and realized that an appetizer is different from an hors d’oeuvre. I got the latter. Well so be it. We will laugh about it and remember this as the Christmas Eve that Dan “handled the appetizer”. 🦊❤️
1581. that moment before a thought forms
before a thought formed
a sense of first-timeness rose
what a place to be 🦊❤️
There is a magical place called “now”. It exists before your thoughts catch up to what your eyes are seeing. When you encounter it, there is no knowledge, understanding or familiarity with what is right before your eyes. That moment of being “part of it” is the ultimate in peace, stillness and rest. I wish all of us that for whatever holiday we are celebrating this week. 🦊❤️
1580. first
i sat and sipped tea
watching cars be cleared of snow
mine used to be first… 🦊❤️
I sat watching my neighbors clear their cars of the year’s first accumulation of snow. I was still in my recently purchased pajama bottoms that are super baggy and very warm. I could see the morning sun was already starting to crystalize the snow into a more solid coating. My cup of ginger lemon tea with honey and lemon tasted good. I thought about why being the “first” to clean my car on a snowy morning was so very important to me for years. I realized that it still is important to me. I called Yulan and shared my observation. We laughed. After we hung up I continued to ponder the question. Later that evening I bundled up and cleared my car of the frozen snow. 🦊❤️
1579. when toys were toys
rusted hulks of toys
rescued and made new again
sadly not for play…🦊❤️
I have had extra time in my hands recently and have been binge watching “Chip Channel Restorations” on youtube. The channel is all about “Chip” restoring absolutely rusted and broken toys to mint condition. His skill and expertise is mind blowing. As I watched the videos I recalled the magical fun I had as a kid playing with simple trucks and cars out in the dirt. Building roads, hauling and dumping dirt and sometimes demolishing the toys when war games were being played. It made me think about the fact that these simple toys, non electronic and unsophisticated were simply prompts to build creativity and imagination in my brain. Too bad Chip’s restored toys will most likely never again end up in a little kids hand to be rolling around in the dirt and mud. Rather they will be safely stored on a shelf after purchased for a very high price…. 🦊❤️
1578. drones, drones, drones
awakened from sleep
two eerie blue lights closed in
drones? maybe worse??
My sleep has been very restless lately. I suddenly woke in the middle of the night with a fuzzy mind and fuzzier eyes. I saw two eerie blue lights appearing to be closing in on my bed. My first thought went to “drones?” Then I instantaneously realized that the lights were operating lights on my room humidifier. Who says that drones, or maybe worse can’t be so very small they could zoom around inside our homes. Actually it would be pretty cool!!! I eventually drifted off to sleep after snapping a picture of my overnight “sighting” for today’s blog. 🦊❤️
1577. faux fun
on this rainy night
my faux wood burning stove roars
mmmm this tea tastes good 🦊❤️
I love my fake wood burning stove. A real mood setter!! 🦊❤️
1576. just keeps on ticking
my mom’s alarm clock
puts me to bed… wakes me up
time ticking away 🦊❤️
One of my most cherished possessions is my Mother’s alarm clock. Her clock and her well worn Rosary Beads are just about the only two items that became mine after her passing 23 years ago. It is nice having her alarm clock at my bedside. It puts me to bed and wakes me up daily. The tic-tocking drives Yulan bonkers so she graciously wears cotton in her ears when sleeping. 🦊❤️
1575. warmth over style
it’s not about style
staying warm is the ticket
whatever it takes 🦊❤️
I had to chuckle as I looked at Yulan getting ready for our chilly pre-breakfast walk on Sunday. Wearing a pair of my sweatpants that are about 8 sizes too big, rolled up two times at the waist - she looked like David Byrne of The Talking Heads in his “Big Suit”. Warm is where it’s at!!! 🦊❤️
1574. industrial strength
there’s no grease or grime
on her haunting factories
just stunning colors 🦊❤️
Yesterday we visited the Michener Museum in Doylestown Pa. We went to see the work of Bucks County artist Charlotte Shatz. Her sculptures and large paintings of local factories were stunning. We sat and sat just taking in the precision of her paintings and her very stunning color palette. It was very inspirational. I hope that local folks will visit the exhibit named “Industrial Strength”. Sadly the artist died at the ripe age of 94 as the exhibit was being planned. 🦊❤️
1573. toasty tommy
freezing night ahead
but tommy will be toasty
we’ll sleep tight tonight 🦊❤️
I am grateful when we are able to convince Tommy to spend the night in the nature center whenever really cold and harsh weather is happening. I sleep better when I know he is tucked into his cat bed and is nice and toasty. Oh for the little triumphs and pleasures in life. 🦊❤️
1572. warming the bones
a bitter cold day
but the sun warms the sidewalk
a brown snake loiters 🦊❤️
As I walked I shrugged my shoulders tightly to protect my neck from the wind and cold temperatures. There were fallen twigs and branches littering the sidewalk. Suddenly I saw a beautiful brown snake, looking like a fallen twig, curled up on the sidewalk. The cold blooded creature was taking full advantage of the sun drenched concrete to warm itself. How perfect this all is I thought. After observing the snake for a few moments, I re-shrugged my shoulders and imagined the sun’s rays penetrating my layers of clothing to warm my body - just like the snake. 🦊❤️
1571. just let it be
stinkbug on my wall
i debate about his fate
now he is my friend 🦊❤️
In the early morning I was sitting on my couch composing my blog post for the day. I noticed a “stinkbug” crawling across my wall. I got up, approach him with the intention of making him go “bye bye”. As I began to reach out to grab him, I suddenly decided to just let him be. I went back to writing my blog. The next thing I knew I felt a small thud on my forehead. The stinkbug made a direct hit on me then simply landed on my sleeve and sat there. He lingered for a moment then flew to the end table and sat on the handle of my coffee cup, seeming to look at me. He has shown up again and again throughout the day. I choose to believe that he and I were meant to be friends. 🦊❤️
1570. cozy buddhas
rain wildly whipping
two buddhas stay warm and dry
one smiles… one dozes 🦊❤️
There is nothing like a windy and rainy day to bring out the need for being cozy. Yulan has a cozy corner that was fully occupied by her two favorite Buddhas last evening. But then again… they are cozy and happy every day!!! 🦊❤️
1569. diorama
as the fog rolled in
a diorama appeared
i was part of it 🦊❤️
A thick fog rolled in and everything seemed to take on a new look. All of a sudden it seemed like I was walking around in a grade school diorama project. It was pretty cool. 🦊❤️
1568. hibernation
all the veggies picked
poles and posts plucked from the ground
now… hibernation 🦊❤️
Today was a dreary and chilly day. The community garden has been cleared of its poles, deer fences and remaining vegetation. It was a perfect day for the plots to lapse into a long winter’s sleep to rejuvenate for next years bounty. 🦊❤️
1567. apparition
on the small town street
lady of guadalupe
makes an appearance 🦊❤️
In 1531 Mary, the mother of Jesus, made herself present to the Mexican peasant Juan Diego. During her appearance she gave him a rose along with a request to present to President of Mexico. When he presented the rose to the president that was wrapped in his serape, there was an image of “Our Lady of Guadalupe” mysteriously printed on the serape. Yesterday we encountered a procession through the streets of our favorite little town as we left dinner. One of the people in the procession presented Yulan with a red rose. Of all of the Marian apparitions, Our Lady of Guadalupe is my favorite to ponder. Her apparition is celebrated officially on December 12th. 🦊❤️
1566. unsung
patrolling the lot
working so diligently
i will sing his song 🦊❤️
I want to dedicate this post to a man who has been working as a shopping cart attendant for many years at a large local food store. In addition to a developmental disability he has a number of very significant physical/orthopedic disabilities that impair his ability to walk. I have watched him work tirelessly and meticulously in every kind of weather. He is a model employee in my estimation. I admire his work ethic and his unwavering focus on his job. Workers like this man are a rarity. He deserves to have his song sung - so I will. (I could pontificate on why I think that mostly all shopping cart attendant jobs are done by folks with disabilities is a shameful practice… but I won’t) 🦊❤️
1565. when will i learn?
when i stopped thinking
‘bout how to make it just so
things began to go 🦊❤️
I have a painting that has been a work in progress for over 6 months. I just couldn’t get it done. Then it dawned on me that my mind was too wrapped up in making it “just so” for those who would eventually see it. When I allowed myself to simply be the person who uses a paint brush and paint moment by moment to just make marks on the canvas, things began to roll. I have learned this lesson over and over again. When will I learn it for good? This is a small segment of the work in progress. 🦊❤️
1564. favorite dessert
after the pho’s gone
we linger and chew the fat
shedding light on life 🦊❤️
We rarely have dessert after eating dinner out. Actually we rarely have dessert whether dinner is in or out. What we do have however is interesting conversation after dining out - lasting long after we take our last bites of food. There is no better dessert than gabbing with Yulan. Luckily we are regulars at our favorite Pho restaurant and they don’t mind our lingering. 🦊❤️
1563. trees and people
trees and people break
wind and worries take a toll
hanging by a thread 🦊❤️
I was moved when I saw this tree yesterday. It seemed to say a lot. Nature is inspirational in many ways. It inspires wonder and awe. It also illustrates the less awesome facets of life and living. It is all part of the landscape. 🦊❤️
1562. perpetual meditation
with each breaking wave
countless grains of sand arranged
in infinite ways 🦊❤️
The ocean is a place where immensity, never ending variety and perpetual change can be absorbed and pondered. It is a place where the stillness and quiet between breaking waves can become a meditation for those who simply stand on the beach and do nothing but stand on the beach. 🦊❤️
1561. sudden first ice
down there in the gulch
tender greens caught by surprise
by a sudden ice 🦊❤️
I couldn’t help but notice the unseasonal, delicate green sprouts that were encased in a crust of ice that had formed on the swampy ground. Things change quickly and in unexpected ways in nature. It is good to take notice of these sudden unexpected turns. They are lessons being taught… 🦊❤️
1560. dreams
some dreams have come true
some are yet to come to life
some… get tossed away 🦊❤️
Photo opportunities are everywhere - even in trash dumpsters. I like to think that they are all worthy of a haiku! 🦊❤️
1559. coincidental…
shadow on a wall
car lights capture barren trees
shadows overlap 🦊❤️
Saturday night we usually have takeout Chinese dinner and watch a movie at my apartment. We were planning on watching the Wim Wender’s movie “Perfect Days” for the third or fourth time. A wonderful movie about a man who cleans toilets in Tokyo and who is in love with trees. As I arrived home with our Chinese takeout, I was struck by the shadows of trees that a car’s lights in our parking lot were casting on my apartment building wall. They were intricate and seemed to darken where the shadows overlapped each other. Fast forward to the movie…. Throughout the movie the main characters dreams were broadcast and they always included blurred images and shadows of trees. Later in the movie someone asked him if when shadows overlap, do they darken at the points where they overlap? It was at that moment that the coincidence of the shadows on my apt wall and the content of the movie hit me. I showed Yulan my picture as I answered the question with my own proof! I just thought it a strange coincidence…. 🦊❤️
1558. generosity of spirit
on a blus’try day
hunk’rin down’s the thing to do
tommy knows the drill 🦊❤️
Someone donated a new outdoor hutch for Tommy. It came just in time as the temperatures drop. It is roomier, insulated, has a rear door for escape in case of attacks from other critters and has plenty of room for his new and larger heated pet pad. Many people are drawn to Tommy because of what he offers to them. He has nothing but he has something for everyone who comes to seek him out. People want to return the favor by giving back to him. 🦊❤️
1557. people watching people
she pulls her chair close
they look…they smile…and they chat
but they mostly look… 🦊❤️
We love to people watch regardless of where we may be. Our annual Thanksgiving visit to Cape May is possibly our favorite place to people watch. I found the couple in today’s featured photograph especially interesting and endearing. They toggled between looking, talking and smiling. When they chatted, they seemed to be fully engaged. The man had a very nice smile and great head nodding that seemed to acknowledge the woman’s every word. When they turned on their people watching mode, they both demonstrated that they were experienced at the craft, watching with little or no indication that they were watching each and every move of the passersby. I wondered if Yulan and I were being watched as we watched others ? My guess is - yes… 🦊❤️
1556. young boy on a cold beach
a cold morning’s beach
a young boy sits all alone
what is on his mind? 🦊❤️
It was a cold and windy morning on the beach. We were layered in clothing. Yet a boy of maybe 12 or 13 was sitting on the wet sand, pant’s bottoms drenched, one pant leg pulled up. He was scrawling something in the sand with a shell. My first thought was, “He must be freezing - why am I so cold!” Then I wondered, “what is he thinking about?” Is he sad? Is he a genius thinking about some new invention and figuring out the math in the sand? Why isn’t he looking at his cell phone like everyone else on the beach this early morning? It’s funny how sights like this make me think way too much about what might be going on. Truth is… I saw myself in my boyhood years in this young boy’s early morning on a cold beach. I’ll bet he is a very interesting boy. 🦊❤️
1555. sunset with a seagull
a searing sunset
such a perfect backdrop for
a solo seagull 🦊❤️
Yulan and I are in Cape May for a couple of days. It has become our regular Thanksgiving get away. We see it as a time to reflect on and give thanks for our good lives. We are always thankful for the seagulls and the sunrises and sunsets here that provide us with great photo opportunities for our blogs. 🦊❤️
1554. happy being just another carp
a once privileged life
swimming in the pristine pond
now… in the muddy creek 🦊❤️
Every now and again I spot a beautiful and radiant golden Koi swimming in the Wissahickon Creek. Every time I see it I wonder again about where it came from and how it made its way into the creek. Koi are just a fancy type of Carp. They usually are purchased and live their lives in protected ponds and lakes to add spice to gardens and estates. It does my heart good to watch it swimming with the “common” Carp in the creek. My guess is that the Koi is much, much happier being free in the mainstream of life with the “regular” folks!!! 🦊❤️
1553. old eagle eye
we just stand and look
eagle eye yulan scores a
heron in a tree 🦊❤️
Yulan is an expert “looker”. More times than not we will be on one of our galavants scanning for a good subject to photograph. Yesterday we were standing trying to see deer that are experts at being invisible in the brush. I heard her say, “Is that a leaf up in that tree? No!!! It’s the heron!!” It was our friend the Blue Heron who is usually wading in the nearby creek. I call her “old eagle eye”. 🦊❤️
1552. the value of becoming small
another day ends
the sky filling with nighttime
the sun flickers out 🦊❤️
There is nothing like looking up into an angry sky as nighttime blows out the sun’s final flickers. The immensity of it all becomes all too obvious and your smallness can be felt if you take just a moment to be still in its midst. A healthy dose of humility and wonder goes a long way to ease a worried mind. 🦊❤️
1551. making old new again
through good times and bad
my trusty ikea couch
got some t.l.c. 🦊❤️
My 30+ year old IKEA couch got some much needed TLC recently. It is was the sole piece of furniture that I brought with me from my previous life 15 years ago. I am very lucky to have a neighbor who is a very skilled person when it comes to sewing. Yulan and I went out and got some upholstery fabric and Elizabeth made a brand new fitted cover for my beloved couch. Making the old new again. 🦊❤️
1550. having fun yet?
inside the split rails
two horses romping? railing?
are they having fun? 🦊❤️
I stood in the chilly morning drizzle and watched the interactions between two horses at the local stable. I could not tell if they were having a spat or were having fun. One thing for sure, the chilly rain wasn’t stopping them from doing what they were doing. Maybe my friend Mary Ellyn Kunz who is my go to horse person can give us the low down on what was going down! 🦊❤️
1549. mistaken identity
there is a pigeon
in the tree soooo close to me
no… a cooper’s hawk 🦊❤️
As I was walking along lost in thoughts, I was suddenly jolted into the moment by a flash of movement immediately to my left. There was a split second of blankness then the word “pigeon” entered my mind. It was not a pigeon, it was a Cooper’s Hawk. It perched within feet of me and stood perfectly still as I took a photo. This has been my lucky week when it comes to awesome wildlife sightings. 🦊❤️
1548. heavenly deliberation
a conclave of clouds
assemble in the heavens
will they vote for rain? 🦊❤️
When I looked up at the sky this morning I was blown away by the immense gathering of puffs of white clouds filling the sky. We haven’t had rain for quite a long time. I was hoping that the conclave of clouds that was assembled in the sky was voting on granting rain for the day - like the conclave of Cardinals electing a new Pope. Both are “heavenly decisions”. Lol 🦊❤️
1547. never ending newness
the row house kitty
taking in another day…
as if it’s the first 🦊❤️
I love cats. As they watch daily routines unfold, they act as if the “same old same old” is being experienced for the first time ever. They remain curious and engaged with what is surely familiar to them. But… when it’s time to snooze… the curiosity switch is turned off and peaceful sleep is upon them. Oh to be a cat! 🦊❤️
1546. neighborhood wildlife
friday… a heron
saturday… tommy the cat
sunday… bald eagle 🦊❤️
We have been on a roll the last week when it comes to sighting cool wildlife in our neck of the woods.What might show up this week? I never stop hoping to see a wayward bear or one of the many coyotes that are around. Regardless… we always have Tommy! 🦊❤️
1545. sweet gum balls
just like fingerprints
all there is - is so unique
infinite designs 🦊❤️
It was a windy morning and Sweet Gum balls littered the trail. They are so beautiful that I hated to step on them as we passed through their debris field. I was moved to turn back, pick one up and look at it closely. It didn’t take long for a thought about the geometric and sculptural uniqueness and beauty of its form to appear. This spring-boarded my thoughts to the inconceivable realization that EVERYTHING everywhere possesses its own uniqueness. No two Sweet Gum ball, no two blades of grass, no two flies, no two anything are exactly alike. I know this narrative is an exercise in expounding on the mundane… but regardless… WOW! 🦊❤️
1544. politics as a religion
like grains in silos
groupings of likeminded folks
separate… distinct… 🦊❤️
When the word “siloing” became the new buzz word while I was still working, I didn’t care for it for some reason. I care for it even less now. 🦊❤️
1543. stark contrast
on the city street
a touch of delicacy
descends from above 🦊❤️
The city is a cornucopia of scenes waiting to be captured on “film”. This photograph was the highlight of our recent visit to the City of Brotherly Love. 🦊❤️
1542. looking from a higher place
from my bridge-top perch
i witness the heron rise
my heart skips a beat 🦊❤️
Everyone needs a special elevated vantage point where they can look down on the earth and become excited and captivated by what they see. My place is a humble bridge over a creek. My heart has skipped many beats there. 🦊❤️
1541. another butterfly effect post
yesterday…
today…
butterfly wings flapped
way across the big blue sea
winds arrived today 🦊❤️
I love the concept of “The Butterfly Effect”. This is probably the 3rd or 4th post I have done on it. The first picture in today’s post was taken Monday. The second is a photo of the exact spot Tuesday. I stood in the whipping wind and smiled as I looked at the bare sidewalk and thought of the butterfly that flapped its wings long ago and far away. 🦊❤️
1540. seeing it your way
you’re perfectly free
to look at what you’re seeing
and see it your way 🦊❤️
Looking is the physical act of directing your eyes. Seeing is becoming aware of what your eyes are perceiving. If it isn’t miraculous enough that we are able to look and see… we are then able to take in all of that visual stimuli and make sense of it and go beyond the obvious and experience our own personal interpretation of it. What do you see? 🦊❤️
1539. a silent place
red glow of votives
incense in the silent air
holy saints stand watch 🦊❤️
Yesterday, we made an unplanned visit to the shrine of St. Rita of Cascia while in Philadelphia visiting a friend’s art show closing. The shrine was silent. Two people sat in prayer in the small chapel. We wrote prayer intentions and placed them in a basket that held hundreds of other requests. I bought a medal of St. Anthony, the patron saint of my childhood parish. I bought Yulan a medal of The Infant of Prague because that is her city of birth. Then we left and walked quietly to our car. 🙏❤️
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