Lake in Monochrome silver tones tell stories, some things not left behind silver sky, black treeline the rest is in greytones do silver fish swim better in flooded monochrome lakes? under a mirrored surface, it may be impossible to see
Deanna's Tree #1_2020 dad says it is her favorite tree; it stands alone. as we (are always solitary), though we try so hard to crowd together in huddled, chattering, thoughtless groups although it causes pain, we must avoid our beloved others
such a small lake and so much water they call it full pool when a lake is full it makes me wonder how a lake can be full i never thought of a lake as a container but it is: too full. a tree in the water was on a bank in its branches a blackbird (plain as dirt) it has its own kind of beauty open my eyes; let me see i would fill up with it, (beauty) at full pool
Six Photograph Panorama look up into these cool green hills! look again, and see a beautiful mountain just behind (thrown up by ancient megathrust earthquakes) sometimes disasters have upsides. don't panic! rugged rock, broken mountains, shattered crust of planet earth but it is beautiful, whatever events we must live through let's do that too: become beautiful!
Promises there will be food and plenty the cornstalks seem to say. (promises as good as any) and what are promises but hopes expressed. guarantees are not possible. if we had guarantees, could we expect to collect, if all the wheels fall off all the wagons? some day, we should expect, we'll make calculations: how many people can an acre feed?
Low Cloud low cloud obsures. i know there's more my vision does not penetrate this veil but memory, so feeble in my case tells another story. and i have seen before rounded hilltops beyond what i can see today
Silver Surfer #1_2020 rushing down the highway south, weaving this traffic tapestry, i scamper she is a silver surfer, cruising by in night skies as nightmares gallop away, when she walks into a room, transforming everything, with her bright smiles, the universe seems brighter
Cool Thoughts and then the summer came, hot and dry, as always a time for cool thoughts. snow may do. fresh snow on spruce and fir branches. so beautiful to remember on such a hot summer afternoon.
Creek Mouth down from the hills, every drop, now joined together a lake, with secrets in the beautiful water, it is said colour makes things distinct, when tones won't help black and white will do. gray tones, made of silver, in days we've almost forgotten. so much, forgotten, from days gone by