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. 

As I sat lazily looking out of my window wondering what I should write about in today’s post, the rusting Maple tree came alive suddenly.  Handfuls of  hidden sparrows started conducting a  “Chinese Firedrill” as they moved from branch to branch then disappeared again - proving again that a patient soft gaze often reveals what’s below the surface of things.  A good strategy to employ in this era of artificial intelligence and fabricated reality.  🦊❤️

1867. airworthy

 

i watched from above

how perfectly you spun ‘round

floating down, down, down 🦊❤️

There is a Sugar Maple tree right beside my balcony. As the leaves fall, the balcony is covered with “seed helicopters”. I started picking them up and released them one at a time from the balcony. How perfectly they spun to the ground  I could not help but ponder the amazing perfection of their design and how brilliant was their delivery system that takes them to earth for propagation. 🦊❤️   

1866. battling

 

battling to the death

two fierce forest behemoths

nightmares made of this 🦊❤️

During our hike today, Yulan spotted this fierce battle between two tree monsters.  What a Halloween sighting. She was kind enough to let me use the scene for my post today!! 🦊❤️

1865. design

 

on the forest’s floor

nature’s designs on display

like this mushroom’s spots 🦊❤️

There is order even in the midst of chaos.  Just look at the forest’s floor. 🦊❤️

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 🦊❤️

Many years ago I made ceramic tiles with images that represent Yulan and I. We put them on a tree well off the beaten path in the woods. The tree is surrounded by vines and thorns and poison ivy. Our tiles have “matured” as a result of being out there in all kinds of weather - just like us. It’s our secret place that will be inhabited by us long after we are gone. We all need a mysterious secret place to hang out at.  🦊❤️

1862. becoming one with….

blending perfectly

like a grasshopper on grass…

… or a katydid 🦊❤️

I love hiking with a grasshopper… or maybe a katydid!! 🦊❤️