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
Golden Glow even in a garden, some things seem to glow. all our best friends are like that too, beneath their golden light we bask in the warmth of who they are. even in a garden, some things seem to glow.
Reeds in a Pond lake basins flood until water has nowhere to go springtime falls upon us, rain forecast daily spring mornings grow damp, we dare not talk to strangers. life is so vivid in the spring, all the green things optimistic such is spring: everything infused with joy and hope celebrate springtime!
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
Purple Burst such a surprise leapt in my eyes, a purple burst i cannot see as once i did just fifty years ago i know things are the same as ever, but i cannot see them so flowers fade but i have made a copy of the light it's not too sharp from front to back it's how i see these days a purple burst! i saw it first, it cannot go away
Iris in Sunbeam yesterday's news almost forgotten, it glows in sunshine in a beautiful old garden, maintained by volunteers rich, dark colours make me think about her, beautiful iris, forever dancing in a golden sunbeam, so beautiful, so hard to photograph, but i can see, and still i love that iris, its exotic ruffled feminine beauty
blackbird in a tree, watching me walking with my camera, close enough to threaten, but doing nothing bad. where anything might be a threat, a wild world, much like a city, where i return to, where any stranger might so easily bring death animals know better. where there is an epidemic they will isolate until the danger ends
lily white glowing in the sunlight! something about it lights a fire inside. we simmer in some kind of lily beauty, a slight joy warming us somehow today a thin smoke haze obscures this summer sky. but still, we swelter. and still we hope, because they promised us a better tomorrow.
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