once below the bark
was the hidden world of bugs
now for all to see 🦊❤️
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1619. the great sculptor
the work of water
never ending re-sculpting
making the earth new 🦊❤️
As I was walking around yesterday I found myself focusing on the chiseling and gouging that water has accomplished over the years. It removes earth from here and deposits it there. It replaces what is taken from here with earth from somewhere up there. Water… so soft but so powerful. 🦊❤️
1618. benches for remembering
years of joyful walks
all along the trails and paths
now… it’s time to rest 🦊❤️
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it’s a lonely time
when the snow and cold descend
spring will soon arise 🦊❤️
The park’s paths are lined with benches dedicated to remembering loved ones who no longer walk those beautiful paths and trails. Some of the benches are well cared for, some have fallen into disrepair. It touches me when I see one that has been adorned with seasonal decorations or a simple bouquet of flowers. It angers me when I see ones that have been defaced. When winter cold arrives and they are covered with snow and ice I feel a tug at my heart - there is a lonely feeling. Benches have feelings too. 🦊❤️
1617. flashing fancy fingers
the car wash lady
was as proud as punch to flash
her dazzling digits 🦊❤️
I went to the car wash yesterday to have the crust of road salt chiseled off of my car that had accumulated over the last week. I noticed that one of the worker’s finger nails were really “blinged up”. I struck up a conversation and let her know how awesome her nails were as she skillfully punched my car’s work order into the control panel’s keyboard. She smiled ear to ear so I asked her if I could snap a shot of them. “Sure!!!!!!”, she said. She had a great smile too!!! 🦊❤️
1616. hoping for a sign
the shriveling rose
looks pleadingly at quan-yin
mother of mercy 🦊❤️
Quan-Yin is the Buddhist’s Goddess of Compassion and Mercy, similar to Mary the mother of Jesus in the Christian faith. The shriveling rose in today’s photograph was given to Yulan at an Our Lady of Guadalupe procession a few weeks ago by one of the participants. I thought it was a very cool positioning of the two items on Yulan’s window sill. I’m hoping the shriveling rose will turn bright red again very soon. 🦊❤️
1615. treasure map
creek once filled with fish
now frozen and filled with deer
seasons come and go 🦊❤️
Ground covered with snow is like a treasure map of sorts. It reveals the presence and comings and goings of the otherwise invisible creatures that constantly surround us. (Including people…) 🦊❤️
1614. watching ice form on the creek
from the old stone bridge
i look down into the creek
edged with tender ice 🦊❤️
How does ice form on a moving creek? Based on my best guess it starts on the shore lines with the individual ice crystals forming and holding on to each other. One by one. What appears to be a delicate film begins to appear and it grows outward and deepens until the ice meets in the center of the creek. I wish I had the patience to stand on the old stone bridge and watch it unfold… but it’s way too cold. It really is an amazing feat I think!!! 🦊❤️
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