old decrepit tree
still standing against the wind
still beating the odds 🦊❤️
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1798. against all odds
1797. parting of the water
hokusai’s “great wave”
parted just like the red sea
for lovers of tea 🦊❤️
I love the Japanese artist Hokusai’s wood block print “The Great Wave”. I thought it was great that it was used as a curtain for tea lovers to enter the tea room in Vermont to escape the busyness of the day for a great cup of tea. 🦊❤️
1796. above it all
tommy’s up there now
and he’s looking down on us
a tear in his eye 🦊❤️
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tommy’s up there now
and he’s looking down on us
with tears in our eyes 🦊❤️
This is my latest, and possibly last painting of Tommy. He is perched on the porch roof of the Environmental Center in the park. He would often climb the nearby tree (cut down now) and watch the world go by from his private lookout tower. The painting captures his daring, seriousness and smarts. It is titled “Above It All”. It is a 24”x18” acrylic. I feel so fortunate to have had the opportunity to paint Tommy in his many moods over the years. He was the best. 🦊❤️
1795. the mourning sun
in the morning sun
his golden underside shone
by the mourning sun 🦊❤️
Even the sun mourns sometimes… Life… 🦊❤️
1794. tea house
cakes and cakes of tea
so many new thing to see
tea cups gently ching 🦊❤️
We visited a tea house while in Vermont. I was fascinated by the “tea cakes” imported from across the world that were for sale. So many different sizes and shapes. People sitting sipping expertly brewed tea. The sound of clinging and clanging of tea cups. Watching two young women brewing individual pots of tea and commenting on their taste as they did their work. A new experience for me. 🦊❤️
1793. a puzzling tree
a picture puzzle
with oh so many pieces
the sycamore tree 🦊❤️
I love Sycamore trees. Their shedding bark, like pieces of a picture puzzle fall to the ground and go crunch under my feet. And when this year’s puzzle pieces are finally all shed, next year’s puzzle has already begun to be created. 🦊❤️
1792. water’s sounds
in a split second
the silent, silky smooth stream
screamed thunderously 🦊❤️
We sat for quite awhile on the side of a hill in Middlebury Vermont gazing at and listening to water pounding its way over the edge and then returning to its sounds of silence as it moved past us. A metaphor for life and living. 🦊❤️
1791. a crowd of one
a string of mountains
under a parade of clouds
a lone bird looking 🦊❤️
We head back home from Vermont today. It is amazing how a simple change in geographical scenery can rejuvenate the “Wow” center of the brain. (Do you see the lone bird on the wire?) 🦊❤️
1790. no rhyme or reason
no rhyme or reason
to the wood’s cacophony
that’s what makes it so 🦊❤️
We sat on the porch. I stared into the mountain’s trees hoping for a grand insight to strike me. Only the chaos and randomness of it all did… aha! 🦊❤️
1789. morning in vermont
only a stream’s sound
and the day’s light seeping in
wake me this morning 🦊❤️
Yulan and I are spending a few days in a secluded area of Vermont. The absence of sounds is such a stark contrast to waking to the sounds of cars, neighbors above me, yapping dogs going out for their first walk of the morning and the early morning trash collection truck. The loudness of silence is deafening. 🦊❤️
1788. whatever the day may bring
‘nother sultry day
from bed’s blankets to the air’s
every day is grand 🦊❤️
It is a shame that it takes so long in life to really appreciate and feel profound gratitude for whatever a day may bring. In the larger scheme of things, weather is a good and “easy breezy” place to start appreciating the way things are today. 🦊❤️
1786. art of grieving
his hutch is empty
except for his spirit and fur
the stillness… the peace 🦊❤️
1785. shrinkflation?
the box is the same
but the crackers sleeves have shrunk
less saltines to dunk 🦊❤️
As a little kid I loved to dunk buttered saltines into hot chocolate milk especially when watching Popeye cartoons and black and white Tarzan episodes on early Saturday mornings. I was shocked to open a box of Saltine crackers and observed near two inches of space between the top of the sleeves and lid. Am I imagining things? 🦊❤️
1784. a candle burns in kyoto
a candle burns bright
over there in kyoto
for tommy the cat 🦊❤️
My future daughter in law Hillary and her Mom Rachael are in Japan for a wonderful vacation. Yulan and I are very touched and grateful that they lit a candle for Tommy in a Kyoto temple. Thank you! 🦊❤️
1783. coming and going
things come… then they go
even with such loving care
things come… then they go 🦊❤️
As I deal with my feelings regarding Tommy the cat leaving us, the fallen flower from the well taken care of flower planter at my PT’s office reminded me that regardless of our loving care…all things come… and then they go…🦊❤️
1782. forever with us
you were always there
your redness bright’ning our days
now… your work is done 🦊❤️
Last evening our beloved Tommy completed his mission of good will and friendship to all those fortunate enough to be touched by him in his domain in the Wissahickon woods. He was lovingly surrounded by grateful arms and hearts as he made his way onward. Tommy… thank you for all you have done for so many. You will forever be in our hearts. 🦊❤️
1781. perpetual movie
waves move in and out
i stand and watch the next frame
in the endless film 🦊❤️
We are spending the weekend with good friends at the Jersey shore. I love watching the endless change that occurs on the beach with each arriving, then departing, wave. 🦊❤️
1780. sunrise service
at the crack of dawn
a congregation of birds
chirping their praises 🦊❤️
1779. a hero’s journey
despite life’s roughness
vibrant aliveness can sprout
everything's a choice 🦊❤️
Regardless of life’s unfortunate, sometimes tragic circumstances, the next step that you take is your choice to make. 🦊❤️
1778. my chinese lantern
my chinese lantern
greets another thunderstorm
with its warm colors 🦊❤️
The Chinese lanterns on my porch are a perfect artistic compliment to all of the weather events observed from my balcony. Another nasty thunderstorm showed up today. 🦊❤️
1777. raindrops (not)
i tried and i tried
to capture the teeming rain
it was too fluid… 🦊❤️
1776. peace and quiet
i can see myself
sipping tea in that lit room
outside an owl hoots 🦊❤️
Today we visited the Brandywine River Museum. There were a number of very wonderful collections of different artists works throughout the galleries. My favorite by far was a watercolor by Andrew Wyeth titled “Evening At Kuerner’s “ I could not take my eyes off of the solitary lit window and porch on the house in the work. What a mood of peace and quiet it created. 🦊❤️
1775. and the winner is… sunsets
tonight’s setting sun
caused us to stop in our tracks
look… larger than life 🦊❤️
1774. hearts swelling as one
flashing lights and flags
as far as the eyes can see
hearts swelling as one 🦊❤️
Fourth of July parades are an antidote for the divisiveness that we are constantly bombarded with day after day. I enjoy the lump in my throat and the feeling of pride that I feel in my chest as I watch the parade march by and hear the onlookers cheering!!! Happy Independence Day. 🦊❤️
1773. must be well versed
“poet for hire”
churning out verse on demand
does he do haiku? 🦊❤️
I imagine that this would be a pretty demanding way to earn a buck! 🦊❤️
1772. hidden treasure
on the rugged bark
a forest of soft moss grows
hidden paradise 🦊❤️
1771. lighting the way
with taillights beaming
as if to say, “follow me”
the geese move as one 🦊❤️
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