flower finale

Ah, the last of the flowers for the season. File names have now reached 200 for all of this year. Good enough.


Occasionally, stand and close the eyes and let the sound of the water clear the vision from the inside out, to open anew and see suddenly, the creek as it smiles.


Forced to see beyond the ordinary, sharp contrast defines the fish (made) out of water.


For the last week or so I have been looking for 'Food' photos for a weekly challenge I participate in at Facebook. The first photo I thought of taking was this very one and I was lucky enough to be passing by when he was out feeding the birds. He does it all the time, has for years. Note the coverings for the vehicles because the birds, dumb as they are, shit where they eat. There's a large evergreen nearby and some mornings when it's cold and the birds are hiding, it sings.


There's this one tree, well it's not really a tree you see, but it stands out on a white, winter day and looks like warm paradise in spite of the cold.


the apron

taken up by form
when buddha occupies space
solely for the shape
the empty makes as defined
by laughter that comes to mind