I make photographs and poems to please myself (and share them to please you).
exploring in a back yard we may find a little joy, a little extra colour, september sunshine a little extra life. lupines grow wild, but may be planted. famous for aphids, sucking life's juices a pattern in pink: bright, warm, cheery lupines might survive in our garden next year, if hungry aphids don't get them first. a little cool water in their roots is all they seem to want or really need.
Water Falling Always
what i don't know ia always so amazing to nobody else, just to me. so many things i don't need to know but they fascinate me just the same. this waterfall's source is above us, so i want to know how that water got up there. curious monkey, oh what can i say? the water falls noisily falls from above i'd like to know all of it. no. that, i would love.
sometimes in september weather's getting cold things are turning old and falling down, turning brown. what kind of colour do i need to represent these chilly thoughts? does anything return close to what it was. september almost prepares us for icy october and future snowstorms a clematis does not understand these things. it does not need to know or think. for a clematis, things just happen.
Pine and Progress some things stand out. dead pine proud against a cloudy sky. behind its ghostly presence buildings stand where desert plants struggled to grow. one building seems to take but little space; it seems not much. we think we do our best, but we destroy and obliterate everywhere we go. look up at the dead tree. how could we have saved it? how many buildings will there be?
Mainly Bouquet
everywhere i look,
something beautiful!
sometimes i wish
i could just say,
that you could
understand.
yellow and green
making a scene!
colours like nature,
often i've found
growing on hilsides
growing in town.
at the flower stand
colour's intense.
no matter how
we wonder
it makes so
little sense.
so much colour
in this bland
but rocky place
an island in this
dark universe
but here,
a little light and:
everywhere i look,
something beautiful!
The King is Dead long live the king. bones of that pine overshadow a little new growth. old kings don't always live easily. frost falls thick on every tree on the high mountain. the old king's crown was split by catastrophe many years ago. yet he grew strong as any tree could. broken yet unbeaten, each year a new growth ring. trees may not be capable of learning; how much better do we do? life goes on; long live the king.
it seems like just a second passed when summer was an oven's blast. it was so hot we had to say it's unbelievable today. the smoke so thick; we couldn't breathe. the birds were gasping in the trees. this summer, seemed just far too brief. the autumn came when it was time leaves on the trees! (month number nine) sweeter more than sweetest wine. then came october.
Monochrome Version bones of a tree! without colour a tree is a tree is a tree. that does not change, but when the colour's gone we can concentrate on the bones of the thing picassoesque lines that tell stories better sometimes than entirety. his bull looked like nothing we could imagine but we were sure it was the bones of the idea. then there are the bones of a tree!
this is the fall and so much has fallen; autumn brings it back every year. green leaves are on a summer menu and then the fall: and coloured leaves but here is more: not only leaves fall. sometimes in forest, trees themselves fall to earth. tall and strong, it seems that they'd last forever, and then they fall. but not just some, big or small, they fall, all.
water falls from
someplace above
our footsteps
on the shale.
over long time
a cavern was
hollowed out
on the way down
from on high
i cannot follow
that path
from on high
to near here
(to investigate)
if i have wings,
they do not appear
to be in evidence.
my belief is that
i cannot fly
unaided
and have no
workable method
of doing that.
