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1893. word woes
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. 🦊❤️
1876. still number one
nothing so profound
as roadside memorials
“you're still number one” 🦊❤️
1875. “quoits anyone?”
from a twiggy hob
there hangs a bright orange ring
“hey! quoits anyone?” 🦊❤️
You never know what you might see on the trails. Just like this ring dog toy hanging high up in a spindly dead tree. Were the squirrels playing Quoits? Do you know what the game of Quoits is all about? 🦊❤️
1874. my sugar maple
it’s that time of year
yellow and orange and red
my sugar maple 🦊❤️
1874. drawing us in
as the sun goes down
we trek up into the woods
sun beams light the way 🦊❤️
Dusk is a magic time in the woods. The magnetic sun draws us in. 🦊❤️
1873. waiting game
i sat on a bench
waiting for the wind to drop
a single walnut 🦊❤️
1872. the living and not
stop… take a deeeep breath
smell the wonder of it all
the living… and not 🦊❤️
1871. changing the shape of things
woods shape’s hard to change
yet when i soften my mind
the world seems to change 🦊❤️
In the grove of Japanese Maples we saw a group of young students sitting silently on the ground, writing on tablets. Their teachers stood watching. Yulan asked, “Are the kids writing haiku?” The teacher said, “No, They are coming up with ways to change the shape of wood which is hard.” Yulan told the teacher that for some reason she thought they would be writing haiku. She told her that we write haiku. Then the teacher asked me to quikly come up with a haiku that she could share with the children regarding changing the shape of wood. Today’s haiku is what I composed when put on the spot! 🦊❤️
1870. dr. seuss
with bamboo clapping
a new dr. seuss character
making its debut 🦊❤️
1869. faux furnace
mornings chill and dark
the fall into fall deepens
my fake stove warms me 🦊❤️
I love fall. Morning are dark and night’s chill linger into start of the day. My little fake stove makes it all the more wonderful. 🦊❤️
1868. lazy looking
on this blus’try morn
red’ning tree full of sparrows
with soft gaze they’re there 🦊❤️
Warning: What follows may be politically incorrect.
1867. airworthy
i watched from above
how perfectly you spun ‘round
floating down, down, down 🦊❤️
1866. battling
battling to the death
two fierce forest behemoths
nightmares made of this 🦊❤️
1865. design
on the forest’s floor
nature’s designs on display
like this mushroom’s spots 🦊❤️
1864. slower than molasses
i would love to be
a slug for a single day
only one speed… slow 🦊❤️
Today is a beautifully rainy day. It’s a perfect day to shift to slow and just creep along one step at a time. 🦊❤️
1863. through all kinds of weather
off the beaten trail
there’s a very special tree
that’s our secret place 🦊❤️
1862. becoming one with….
blending perfectly
like a grasshopper on grass…
… or a katydid 🦊❤️
1861. hallowed ground
once stood a tall tree
time and weather took their toll
sawdust is its ghost 🦊❤️
The field was littered with many trees that had fallen over the years. I used to enjoy slaloming through them as I made my way to the trails. Today, all that was left were lines of sawdust where the trees had been cut into sections and hauled away. 🦊❤️
1860. gobble, gobble
a plump turkey tail
its fungi feathers blooming
real feast for the eyes 🦊❤️
1859. lunch ala ikea
assembling a lunch
swedish meatballs and salad
lingonberry too 🦊❤️
Lunch at Ikea is always a treat. The little Swedish flag flies high on its namesake meatballs. 🦊❤️
1858. simple definition of a tree
digging deep in dirt
reaching into emptiness
they call it a tree 🦊❤️
1857. paradox of the burl
if our woes grew burls
we would look like this gnarled tree
full of precious bumps 🦊❤️
Burls are bumps that sometime grow on certain trees as a result of the trees being injured, parasitic attacks, fungal infections and other known and unknown negative impacts. The burls can grow quite large and can look very unsightly and quite grotesque. The paradox is however that burls are highly sought after by woodworkers because of their exquisite grain patterns and are worth lots of money. While our woes may look pretty ugly, if we look inside them there just may be many beautiful things to be learned that are worth their weight in gold. 🦊❤️
1856. crunch, crunch, crunch
crowding out the sand
a treasure trove of seashells
crunching underfoot 🦊❤️
1855. looking beyond “knowledge”
how can we not see
a majesty beyond what
we think that we know? 🦊❤️
1854. eternal optimist
sea and sky are one
no space for the sun to rise
no matter… she waits 🦊❤️
It’s 6:51 AM. The sun is due to show its blazing head now… but the heavy clouds from lingering from last nights rains crowds out it appearance. Nonetheless Yulan is at the ready to capture the moment that never comes. She is the consummate optimist. 🦊❤️
1853. fortune telling - lost fortunes
a town full of slots
cigarette smoke and lost bets
atlantic city 🦊❤️
1852. like icarus
a seagull streaks through
fiery sunset clouds like a
winged meteorite 🦊❤️
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