bringing up the rear
paddling to his own drum beat
leading from behind 🦊❤️
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1913. a leader in disguise
1912. making things go faster
today i had fun
doing what i do the best
making work faster 🦊❤️
I had a wonderful time today designing and building a fixture that would allow my son Kevin to heat seal his “Moo Moo’s Tea” packets at a much faster and more uniform way. I spent years doing this in my work with folks with disabilities to increase their productivity at work. His inventory of tea has sold out for the second time in two weeks on Etsy. Grateful I can pitch in snd help the cause!! 🦊❤️
1911. a time for stillness
advent is the time
to be patient - to be still
to slow down life’s pace 🦊❤️
This year I decided to have an advent wreath to help me to contemplate more fully the celebration of Christmas. The one thing that I am becoming keenly aware of by following the day to day texts that accompany the lighting of the candles for Advent’s four weeks is that it is a time to be still, be patient and to slow down in anticipation of Christmas day. Quite refreshing when compared to the typical hustle, bustle and panic that the season has become known for. 🦊❤️
1910. i don’t speak robot
i needed some help
but no help was to be found
i don’t speak robot! 🦊❤️
I was at the local big box hardware store to buy some framing materials. I went from aisle to aisle looking for assistance. The only “employee” that I could find was “Tally” the robot who was busy doing inventory in the plumbing aisle. He politely stopped and beeped when I approached him with my question. But I don’t speak “robot”. 🦊❤️
1909. after the parade
after the parade
the bands and fire trucks have gone
but not the candy 🦊❤️
Yulan and I took walk through Cape May streets the morning after the big Christmas Parade. All of the crowds, the noise, bands, floats and fire trucks were gone. All that remained were a few stranded pieces of candy not scooped up after the children and of course… silence. 🦊❤️
1908. hazy white sky
the haze whitened sky
made the solitary gull
the star of the show 🦊❤️
We sat in our hotel room watching the sea’s horizon disappear as the sky became a white out as haze and fog rolled in. It made sea gull watching all the more interesting and mysterious. 🦊❤️
1907. white sycamore
never have i seen
a sycamore so so white
disappears in the snow 🦊❤️
1906. white unicorn
way up a white wall
a window to a white room
and white unicorn 🦊❤️
1905. “baby it’s cold outside”
on this frigid night
warm christmas lights looking out
at their cold cousins 🦊❤️
When the nights are cold, there is no place like a warm home. Gratitude… 🦊❤️
1904. triggering imagination
right there in plain sight
a mysterious portal
to jules verne’s classic 🦊❤️
I got out of my car and was immediately taken in by a ring of ice that had formed above a depression in the blacktop of a parking lot in need of repair. My mind flashed back to the original “Journey To The Center of the Earth” from the 1950’s. I stood there looking into the “blackness” at the center of the ice ring and I imagined all of the wonders at the earth’s core as portrayed in the movie. I even saw Pat Boone… 🦊❤️
1903. what would dick tracy say??
me looking at her
and her looking up at me
in my corner box 🦊❤️
Every so often it dawns in me how amazing some of our modern day inventions are - real Dick Tracy level stuff. And then every so often I yearn for those old Dick Tracy days when today’s inventions were only comic book fantasies. 🦊❤️
1902. barbershop dog
in between his naps
the barbershop dog takes time
to soak up some d’s 🦊❤️
As I was sitting in the barber chair, I watched the barber’s drowsy old Pit Bull Clansey, move from spot to spot in the shop to nap. He finally got up and walked to the door and soaked in some vitamin D from the bright sun. Then… he went to a new spot and took a another nap. 🦊❤️
1901. perfect compliment
this grey, rainy morn
a ghostly white sycamore
seems to be just right 🦊❤️
1900. all about color
beneath blue skies
black and white goats eat green grass
near colorless trees 🦊❤️
1899. opening scene
as my blinds opened
the sunrise was reflected
in the blowing smoke 🦊❤️
I love opening my living room window blinds in the morning from season to season. Today’s opening scene screamed cold, windy and sunny day ahead. And it was. 🦊❤️
1898. have a “wonder filled” thanksgiving
everywhere we look
there are people, places, things
savor their wonder 🦊❤️
G.K. Chesterton said, “The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for want of wonder.” Here's wishing everyone the gift of seeing the most ordinary things through eyes of wonder so that we all will experience the best Thanksgiving ever. 🦊❤️
1897. sweet treats
apple and pumpkin
some whipped cream and ice cream
thanksgiving day treats 🦊❤️
1896. life of a bug
clinging to cold bark
a box elder bug moves slow
seems lost and alone 🦊❤️
1895. after the fact
a yard full of birds
hunting and pecking for food
a birdbath looks on 🦊❤️
Sometimes the most interesting thing that is in front of our eyes only catches our eye after the fact. The bystander birdbath in today’s post is the case for me today. I only noticed it long after I was struggling to come up with a haiku about the birds. 🦊❤️
1894. raining fish
all of a sudden
we were walking in a school
of fish from the sky 🦊❤️
1893. hand me down dan
who’s the mys’try man
in the harris tweed oer coat?
it’s hand me down dan… 🦊❤️
Yulan and I are very lucky to have friends who have really nice wardrobes and have chosen us as targets for some awesome hand me down clothing. I must say I look very cool in this Harris Tweed overcoat. Before receiving it I had no idea what a Harris Tweed overcoat is. 🦊❤️
1892. one with the earth again
among black walnuts
a regal red fox did lie
both return to earth 🦊❤️
The overnight claimed the life of a beautiful red fox. It lied on a bed of leaves and black walnuts that had fallen from the tree above it. I picked the regal creature up, he felt quite heavy, and I placed him in the nearby woods. There the earth will reclaim him, and will use him to feed all around him. The circle of life… 🦊❤️
1891. fishing for peace
knee deep in silence
cast after cast after cast
peace is in patience 🦊❤️
1890. mantra of modernity
pruned year after year
“make space for modernity”
the mantra drones on 🦊❤️
I could not help but notice the degree to which a tree had been pruned to make room for homes, roads and expansion of society. There is a certain dignity that this tree has in its “truncated state”. 🦊❤️
1899. wind
windy, windy day
working so hard to set free
all the hanging leaves 🦊❤️
1898. a tree of tommy’s colors
black gum tupelo
a tree of tommy’s colors
braves its first winter 🦊❤️
A Black Gum Tupelo tree has been planted in Tommy’s memory near one of his favorite “perching trees” near the nature center. In fall, it displays colors that match Tommy’s beautiful coat. As the cold weather rolls in, Yulan and I often say, “Well at least Tommy doesn’t have to brave the cold nights and we don’t have to worry about him keeping warm in winter. “ Now it’s his memorial tree’s job to brave the cold and to keep on growing. 🦊❤️
1897. at the curb
four forlorn rockers
i wonder how many joys and woes
that you have rocked through? 🦊❤️
I have s soft spot for household/family items left curbside for either disposal or best case scenario, trash picked by a new owner who will give them a new family to serve. I hope these four rocking chairs find a nice new home to rock in. 🦊❤️
1896. pretty as a picture
at the museum
she’s pretty as a picture
matching colors too 🦊❤️
1895. wonder
a dose of wonder
can be found by looking up
any time of day 🦊❤️
1894. the gift of warmth
the boiler heats up
the temperatures plummet
i am warm… grateful 🦊❤️
I was once impervious to the grip of cold temperatures. Not only impervious… but eager to engage with it and conquer it - to conquer myself. Now as an old man… I grow more and more grateful for the many forms of warmth in my life. 🦊❤️
1893. word woes
hurts come big and small
their fixes come big and small
words hurt worst of all 🦊❤️
1892. our sunday routine
on sunday morning
a railman tends the tracks in
deshler ohio 🦊❤️
1891. a second chance to shine on?
just hangin’ around
waiting for a second chance
to light up the world 🦊❤️
We visited one of Yulan’s favorite thrift shops yesterday because she needed more yarn for an afghan she is working on. I could not help but stand and at stare at a metallic colored jacket that was hanging on a rack like a fallen star. I thought about who the owner must have been. Why did she donate it to the thrift shop? Will it ever get a second chance to shine again out there in the sky of life? 🦊❤️
1890. remembering homer gaut
up in that garret…
a musician? maybe writer?
maybe a lonely man? 🦊❤️
When I was growing up, there was an old man who lived alone in the garret of a house on my street. He was different in many ways and often was teased by kids because of his odd behaviors. He used to go door to door and sell greeting cards to people. When I passed his garret I would often hear classical music bring played on his record player. He loved music and I found out later that he was a good piano player. I also discovered he had rheumatic fever as a child which resulted in his many different behaviors. I also learned that he graduated from college and received a degree in a field related to music. There were many wild rumors that swirled around about Homer, but none of them were true. Every time I see lights on in a garret, I think of him and the mystery surrounding him and that I wish that I had gotten to know him better. 🦊❤️
1889. private screening
every seat empty
except for the two we filled
we broke every rule 🦊❤️
Last evening we went to our little local theater to see “Nouvelle Vague”, a drama directed by Richard Linklater about the making of Jean Luc Godard’s “Breathless”. It was a subtitled french film shot in black and white using Godard’s groundbreaking style that launched the “New Wave” film style. We were the only people who attended the show and we broke every rule regarding courteous movie attending. We used our cell phones, we talked out loud, Yulan asked a staff member to turn the movie’s volume down, I went up to the screen while Yulan took photos of me in ridiculous poses, etc. It was another page in our book of “fun things we did” along the way…. 🦊❤️
1888. reddest of red
red is red is red
but there is the reddest red
the king of all reds 🦊❤️
Now is the time of year that all of the tiny Japanese Maple trees that are hidden here and there throughout the trails suddenly explode into bursts of brilliant color and their secret locations are revealed. 🦊❤️
1887. look at that!
streaking through the green
a contrail of bright colors
caused us to halt… “look!” 🦊❤️
1886. savoring
as light as pure air
limoncello layer cake
lost in savoring 🦊❤️
We attended a memorial luncheon in a small, quaint, Italian restaurant yesterday. I think it was the best food I have ever eaten. I am not a “foodie”. I eat plainly and am not a raver about food I’ve eaten. But yesterday was different and the pinnacle of my raving was the limoncello layer cake. I found myself sitting between bites in a savoring daze, wishing that the piece of heavenly cake would last forever. 🦊❤️
1885. picture perfect
the perfect picture
a black cat and a pumpkin
so halloweeny 🦊❤️
We coaxed and coaxed a friendly black cat we encountered to stand near a pumpkin. No luck… until we walked away then she sidled up to the pumpkin. Just like a cat!!! 🦊❤️
1884. all saints day
maybe we’ll be saints
if we just love our neighbor
as we love ourselves? 🦊❤️
1883. empty
on an empty bench
an empty jar and lone leaf
filling empty time 🦊❤️
This morning my footlocker of haiku photos and ideas was completely empty. I had to fill this blog space with something… Here it is. 🦊❤️
1882. gold beyond gold
in the golden meadow
you redefine what gold is
glowing beyond glow 🦊❤️
1881. all is relative
atop the fencepost
a teeny tiny forest
tender to the touch 🦊❤️
1880. crown jewels
standing at your feet
i embrace your regal form
your crown glistening 🦊❤️
“My” Cucumber Magnolia tree never, ever ceases to inspire me and amaze me with its ever changing impressions that it leaves on me. Thank you… 🦊❤️
1879. the circle
oh you green phoenix
rising up from a dead stump
how high will you fly? 🦊❤️
A little Maple seeding sprouting from the decaying hulk of a once towering tree. New life is born in what is no more. Everything is in the circle of coming and going. Ain’t it grand? 🦊❤️
1878. like the “dude’s” rug
such a perfect tree
to complement this gray sky
on this chilly day 🦊❤️
1877. turn, turn, turn
it’s that time of year
when the frost turns green to brown
and lost gloves turn blue 🦊❤️
As temperatures start to find their way down, it’s time to start spotting sad lost gloves here, there and everywhere on the trail. 🦊❤️
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