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 🦊❤️ 

When you see excellence… you will know it. 🦊❤️

1881. all is relative

 

atop the fencepost

a teeny tiny forest

tender to the touch 🦊❤️

I love pondering the relative nature of all things. What’s big is small and what's small is big and it goes on forever and ever in both directions. 🦊❤️

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 🦊❤️ 

Yesterday Yulan and I were dragging on our hike. It was a short one with a brief stop at Tommy the Cat’s old homestead. Our standard line when we are there is “No more Tommy”. Just about everything on that hike was slow, creaky, dreary and chilly. Some  days, everything ties itself together - just like the Dude’s rug in the cult movie the “”Big Lebowski”. (Sorry if that reference is lost on folks who have not seen the movie. ) 🦊❤️

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. 🦊❤️