Upper Cataract margaret falls is well known to local people, a beautiful sight to see. peaceful place, almost level walk in to see such beauty. this time of year! we visited our campers. a two year old child is so much fun! i would have expected mosquito attacks, waves of the little flying leeches! they never appeared. looking a bit like the diamonds in her eyes strings of water, trickle down over wet shale, another kind of amazing! margaret falls
looking down the shore, there is so much and so little to see. how much do we miss? under the meniscus, it is a different world. small creatures such as we never see, this is their world. small creatures thrive where i could not breathe. what it is like to be such a small creature. that i know, i cannot understand then i look at you; that's a strange thing too! fog in november, as our world turns upside down.
Passionate Purple how could i argue with her wishes? only a little colour, she wanted purple, a colour that may not have been my first choice. golden sunrise is a beautiful colour that i never chose; i admit i wouldn't have chosen that colour either. (i'm happy to see it, sunrise and sunset) how could i argue with her wishes? only a little colour, she wanted purple, a colour that may not have been my first choice.
a breeze through the trees on a far distant hill; it cools on a hot summer day. far away fades to blue; we know it is true and red brings you closest of all. the sun overhead brightens up aye to zed, bold rainbows seem to hold the key for understanding real 3d up close a mountain has so many colours; as we look further, all its colours fade to hues in blues. so sometimes we can understand part of what we see
every time i look, there's something unexpected, if i look with a truly open mind. a red leaf holds on. today it is too early, one would think. but looking out at this cooling place, i can remind myself this leaf is dead and will surely fall. its time has passed, though ours are yet to be. the leaf and us in synchronous patterns a little out of sync
colour patterns in a tree! no story there, we want to create meaning, where maybe there is none. meaningful messes, scrambled colour, interesting chaos, colour confusion! sunshine behind everything, bright and dark, all in one place, this season begins in a rash of colours. we understand it as a different kind of language.
there are things that you must see someday before your eyes shut, things beyond colour. looking south, along the lake, a place where we used to live. at least once called lake of many colours. colours not so important. a beautiful place to miss. and we do. some place times in spacetime are memorable. like some people!
Sunflower Mood bright morning sun, shining on a day requiring joyous encouragement... huge flowers, loved by ay least one oddly (reputed) painter. raging against all that he could not understand, declaring it stupid, struggling always, raging even when alone, known as the villiage idiot, the odd fool wirh few friends, expecting enmity everywhere, justified in his own mind, certain that his foolishness was some kind of special wisdom... and yet he painted, for that, we might forgive his horrible strange appearance or maybe not.
Fallen Leaves 2016b beneath the trees all lying on the ground, cold and wet upon the autumn earth, i see them in their naked death, lying there alone, dead and forgotten that was then. i see it coming back. today i saw again and photographed red leaves on trees. beside the river; which seems to live in seasons too, flooding in springtime. never quite the same, though the patterns seem unchanged.
national gardens have so much to offer us plants like orchids from many places we have never been we've been to a few hot places, where you must eat ice cream melting (sweating) bodies under a mediterranean sun (and maybe a bit of summery fun) we went for a little respite (a break from winter cold) getting away from long dark nights, and too much ice and snow orchids don't care wherever you've been. they might be as pretty as anything you've seen.