1262. me and my ego

 

me and my ego

everywhere i look i’m there

where is the off switch? 🦊❤️

I was at Yulan’s as she was preparing to lead her Zoom Yoga class. I could not help standing in front of her camera to observe myself in her computer, TV and mirror through my cellphone screen.   I reflected on Ego… Then I continued to look at myself... 🦊❤️

1261. from yulan’s eyes

 

my sweet love has eyes

that see things that evade mine

i love her vision 🦊❤️

Yulan and I have shared a love of capturing life with the camera throughout our time together. Many of my best photographs are the result of Yulan saying, “Hey look at that!” During our regular Sunday morning pre breakfast walk she spotted the glorious shadow of a tree on the frosted grass in today’s post. I love her vision of life and her ability to see the things I miss along our travels.  🦊❤️

1260. kinetic artists

wakes intersecting

on a canvas of water

kinetic artists 🦊❤️

I love looking down at the creek from the stone bridge. Sometimes I pretend I’m a bird enjoying the bird’s eye view of life floating (sometimes raging) by. Every season has new creatures to observe. Soon the giant Carp fish will start swimming more freely as weather warms, and thoughts of childhood fishing for them back home will entertain me. Yesterday the water ballet of Geese and the ever interacting patterns of their wakes occupied my mind. 🦊❤️

1259. acceptance of reality

 

help me understand

why you bag your dog’s poop

and then leave the bag? 🦊❤️

I used to become upset whenever I encountered bags of doggie poop on the trails left by owners who took the time to clean up after their pooches.  I no longer get upset… but I would like to understand why…🦊❤️

1258. a haiku has risen

 

in the winter cold

the blessed mother stands watch

plants will resurrect 🦊❤️

My neighbor, a very devout person, has entrusted her now barren balcony garden to the care of The Blessed Mother. I pass it everyday and look at it and think, “That would make a great post and haiku.” A haiku finally arose. 🦊❤️

1257. blue heron #2

 

you gave me my shot

and in a flap… you took off

through the tangled brush 🦊❤️

How the Blue Heron sails gracefully through webs of limbs and branches never ceases to amaze me. It’s giant wings and trailing legs evading collision with them is mind boggling. 🦊❤️

1256. blue heron #1

 

you flew in so fast

then stood in the sloppy swamp

the perfect model 🦊❤️

I was walking along stuck in my own thoughts.  I felt, heard and saw something pass right over my head. And there it landed, only a few feet from me in a swampy area. My old friend the Blue Heron stood and looked my way. I just knew he would give a pose long enough to snap his amazing presence. And he did. Any occasion  that a Blue Heron comes into your presence is an occasion worth telling others about. So here is my first post on the Blue Heron. 🦊❤️