a mat of tiny flowers spreading slowly slow as glaciers crawling down hanging valleys slowly across our steppingstone path purple so close to dark rich blue purple colour reserved for kings no kings come here colours don't matter kings don't care a mat of tiny flowers spreading slowly slow as glaciers crawling down hanging valleys slowly across our steppingstone path
In Black and White
In Black and White before they killed the house they killed the trees its there in black and white the mess they made its more than black and white many grey-tones fill a gap between the black and white there seem so many shades in shadows undistracted by colour we see more detail room for different kinds of beauty things we might not ever see (in plain sight) hiding in shadow
First of the Snowballs
when springtime leaps out of the ice out of the snow leaving frigid days and nights behind, plants reoccupy the land inch by inch green shoots shoving aside clumps of mud (river silt too) grains of sand growing around bigger boulders take it seriously when you hear the meadowlark sing springtime sounds waken us all with a whisper (summer's coming)
Bricks on the Chimney
Bricks on the Chimney looking up to the top we see the past above the rooftop bricks on the chimney broken and fallen evident destruction shows no respect for a past that made the present possible stories under that roof will be forgotten we saw the workmen carrying debris from an open door working safely removing memories that still remained (not many did) rejected memories may be half forgotten
Ragged
ragged blue bachelor button tattered blossoms appeal to something wild inside me and i notice that unpatterned scenes seem appealing as i learn to see new sights daily fresh treats fresh to the eye ragged blue like a favourite shirt worn too often loved to pieces too chaotic to endure randomly fuzzy (beautiful in a way no use in denial) like thoughts after too much time under a hot sun
June Blooms
June Blooms
we were amazed by that tree without leaves draped with purple flowers on an island in the mediterranean sea it was a very hot day in early june not easy to believe such incredible heat sky so hot colour was all burnt out of everything the eye could see in the distance there was africa and sand storms (they were miles high) something to see even once a lifetime
Burning Bush #2
Burning Bush stories were told about magical solutions to heartbreaking problems ancient peoples lived with and somehow solved transcending potential disaster a ram entangled in a burning bush saved a boy's life an alternate sacrifice sent from a merciful god to an anguished father (no doubt of that) who planned to murder his only son (as a sacrifice to placate a god) these are flowers from a burning bush maybe it's the same or maybe it isn't (i don't know) or much like the idea of human sacrifice it sounds a little bit like extreme belief
Fatal Wounds
Fatal Wounds sometimes fatal wounds are painless there is no time to form a scab siding torn off walls leaving just siding guts exposed to carrion seekers anticipating and death decay maybe termites rich wood colours centuries old look and marvel these colours don't come easy small running feet of young children echo on those floors celebrating beginning a life we might've envied (our forefathers)
Springtime Buttons
Springtime Buttons watching for inspiration we see the flowers attracting pollinators like little honeybees (they see differently) our eyes are not so fantastic we see much less shades of blue reveal more detail than if there were more colours hummingbirds visit sucking nectar old-fashioned flowers ragged in a puddle of spring sunshine when they die no sign of their beauty is left and so it is with us what we have in life our bodies and beauty our comforts and delights and all possessions they are all left behind
City Walls
City Walls city walls built to keep obnoxious neighbours out long enough to keep marauding savages at bay long enough for raising sleepy defenders (keeping ancient cities safe enough) walls of stone and walls of time we fail to understand time's relative elasticity as space expands beyond the possible and time shows signs of quantum elasticity and time and matter are possible to create out of nothing at all and are not conserved as we'd expect don't we want to know how that all works things beyond what we need to know city walls failing to keep things predictable