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… 🦊❤️
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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 🦊❤️
1851. fall is for shedding stuff
under autumn skies
a maple tree sheds its green
followed by its leaves 🦊❤️
***
under autumn skies
a maple tree sheds its leaves
danny sheds his locks 🦊❤️
Inspired by the shedding of green and leaves by the trees, I decided to shed my hair. 🦊❤️
1850. stark contrast
mid the changing leaves
the ghostly white sycamore
haunting in contrast 🦊❤️
1849. solitary dancer
hanging on a thread
pirouetting round and round
dance golden leaf dance 🦊❤️
1848. lean on me
when i was falling
you stood tall and oh so firm
now we stand as one 🦊❤️
I marvel at the sight of tall trees that have been in the midst of tumbling to earth for some reason of nature and are stopped dead in their trajectory downward by another tree. Often the rescuing tree is knocked askew by the sudden impact. Both trees, from that moment forward stand together in mutual support of each other. We are all trees needing a another tree to fall into for support. TIMBER… 🦊❤️
1847. a smile
how many people
has this smiling face greeted
and brightened their day? 🦊❤️
A smile today will do more to change the course of time and brighten it than will an angry face or words. 🦊❤️
1846. a panoramic day
what a day we had
oodles of eats and realness
richness of it all 🦊❤️
1845. dots
red, yellow, green, pink
and don’t forget the orange
brief trip to heaven 🦊❤️
I have been resisting the urge to buy a box of Dots candy at our small local movie theater for way too long. So last evening we went to the movies and without hesitation I scored a big old box of Dots. I opened the box and searched out an orange one (my fave) and savored its texture and its taste. I was in heaven. I ate half of the box, closed it and walked into the lobby and threw the remainder into the trash can. It was a wonderful experience… then it was time to let it go. 🦊❤️
1844. mine field
time to step lightly
as leaves fall and join forces
to hide roots and rocks 🦊❤️
Fall is rapidly approaching and soon enough the quietude of the trails will be filled with the rustle of leaves underfoot and the hazards of hidden rocks and roots. One step at a time. 🦊❤️
1843. a little bit of magic
a simple stone wall
propping up a sagging trail
lifts my spirits too 🦊❤️
1842. a simple scene
at the cedar’s feet
a patina of green moss
warming in the sun 🦊❤️
1841. windmill spinner
spinning and spinning
round and round you go and go
yet… you still stand still 🦊❤️
1840. blown away
dandelion head
in its perfect shadow form
i’m blown away 🦊❤️
1839. family is for fun
such a busy day
food, art and ice cream galore
family fun sunday 🦊❤️
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