Showing posts from February, 2012

Wordless Wednesday: It's a Gamble


Our World Tuesday: Water Over Road

There are many broken things on the beach.  It's no wonder; the surf is a hard task master that is constantly aided by strong wind.  What is a wonder is that the same hard sea is also the home of so much delicate life.  Take this sand dollar, for example (or for fifty cents).
From February 25, 2012 Another wonder is the ocean's ability to create perfect circles in the hardest of surfaces, perhaps with the assistance of microscopic creatures that move like whirling dervishes deep into the soul of any--anything at all. From February 25, 2012 Once the drilling is done, those round spaces become homes and repositories of yet more life.

From February 25, 2012 The pockmarks in this surface were teeming with life. It's amazing what is possible. This surface is actually the remnant of a road that was once lined with houses that were once coveted first-row beachfront homes.  No more.  The road emerges from the sea at the lowest of low tides as a poetic, if not gentle, reminder that n…

Today's Flowers: Cold and Hard, Connecticut

From November 5, 2011From November 5, 2011 There are no flowers in my world at the moment, so I've had to go down memory lane to find a few images for today. Ironically, I happened upon these photos I took in Connecticut shortly after that nightmare, the freak snowstorm that left us in the cold and dark for almost two weeks at the end of last October. 
During that time, our governor and the president of the electric company had told us to suck it up because they had the power to tell us to suck it up. It was a horrible week that reminded me that, as the Irish saying goes, it's easy to rest on another man's wounds. Our leaders were fine with our dilemma because they were warm and clean and well-fed while we were running around looking for places to shower and cook. (One of my strongest memories of that time was the Chinese lady who popped out of the public library with a rice steamer in her hand bragging to me that she had just cooked her family's supper in the stac…

One Single Impression: Muse

You are my muse,
He said.
But you are a fool,
She said.
You are my life,
he countered.
I don't know what that means,
She said.
Neither did he;
He surrendered:
I love you.
She could not hurt him.
Her gift in reply?
It goes like that sometimes.
If love is not reciprocal
It is nonetheless love.
We bow to that light
Even if our best gift
Is nothing.

One Single Impression

Skywatch Friday: A Whisper of a Rainbow in the Evening Clouds

From February 18, 2012 Possibly I have used this before. I can't remember. What I do know is those things I invite to repeat themselves in my life do so to my benefit. We're all good with reruns. I believe that. I am happy to say I don't know anybody who is satisfied he or she got it all the first time. 
"Every day we do things, we are things that have to do with peace. If we are aware of our life..., our way of looking at things, we will know how to make peace right in the moment, we are alive". -- Thich Nhat Hanh
Skywatch Friday

Wordless Wednesday: Government Crackers


Our World Tuesday: Out and About

From February 18, 2012From February 18, 2012From February 18, 2012From February 18, 2012
Over the weekend, we wandered around warm and sunny Wilmington and took in all the things we like--and wondered what happened to the candy store we liked so much. The economy seems to have caught up with it. There were a few empty shopfronts that left us feeling sad for this lovely town. Seems the economy is eating holes into life everywhere. Still, though, the day was beautiful and full of fun. 
 Our World Tuesday

Today's Flowers: Laying Down Some Roots

From February 18, 2012 From February 18, 2012
Adella has been down for the weekend, and we were out and about enjoying the summer-like sunshine and warmth. In Wilmington, we took out the cameras and had a look around. I was struck by the roots moving up through the sidewalk and taking the shape of the asphalt tiles. Looking up, I had to smile at the lovely culprit: a palm tree.
Today's Flowers

One Single Impression: Elemental

The soft hand at the end
Of the strong arm of wind
Grazes the surface of the dunes
To sprinkle sand into the curling waves
And take it....
The same soft hand casts soft clouds
Into the face of the sun
To soften the morning light.
Pelicans dive into spaces
That take them to supper
And come up....


My footprints vanish
Under the heft of incoming waves
As the wind pushes me by the shoulders
Into the weight
Of a new day.

All this disappearing is elemental.
It is how we begin
And how we let go.

One Single Impression

Skywatch Friday: The World Offers Itself...

From February 12, 2012 your imagination.Skywatch Friday

Wordless Wednesday: Watch Carefully Because You're Next

From February 12, 2012 Wordless Wednesday

Cars Only

From February 12, 2012 When I am not at work, I am essentially alone down here on Topsail. The only problem with that is a gigantic one: I miss my daughter like I can't even say. That's not a problem that's easily stepped over, but aside from it, there is no problem. I'm good with being alone and with being on my own.  In fact, in so many ways, it seems to me I'm better this way.  Anyway, I have come to realize that life is for the birds.  They, like my best buddies the turtles, have this evolution gig totally under control.  They make it work, and they make me envious some days.  On Sunday, I took a ride down to Surf City and  froze my own tail feathers off while I watched the birds play with the wind.  From the driver's side of my little VW, I experienced the greatest lesson in poetry yet.  I love the way seagulls make good use of our rules and the pelicans just plain go.

Our World Tuesday: Bring on the Light

From February 11, 2012From February 11, 2012 A very dear friend recently pointed out to me that I take plenty of photos of water but none at all of people. She suggested I get the long lens on and get a few shots off of humans doing what humans do here. That's my friend telling me to stretch my limits, and I take her point. The only problem is that nobody's here right now. The woolly mammoths that blew in from Canada with the most recent Arctic blast scared 'em all off. So it's me and the clouds and the birds that aren't at all afraid of woolly mammoths and that's about it. Soon as a few people show up, I'll be there to spy on them. Meanwhile, here's the light that the great one called into being.
Our World Tuesday

Today's Flowers: Apple of my Eye

What part of Connecticut you from? The cold part. Me, too.  Came down to warm up. When'd you get here? Twelve years ago.
I had this conversation with the exterminator this morning.  He has a big ol' Southern accent now, but the words between us got me thinking there's something of Connecticut that just stays with you.  And that's OK.
Though there's not much cold here, there aren't any flowers, either.  So I opted for this apple, born, as it was, of a pretty, fragrant little blossom not so many moons ago.
Today's Flowers

One Single Impression: Vital

High tide throws itself down
Like a gauntlet.
The shore pretends
It does not feel the blow.

So do the birds

And most especially the pelicans
As they glide
Parallel and equidistant
Along the back
Of the cresting water.

For them it is not an effort
But a deep breath and that reflex
We call the beat of the heart.

In time with the sea,
Pelicans know
The discord at the edge
Of what is important
Is not.

This is vital.

One Single Impression

Skywatch Friday: Art is Life is Art

From February 3, 2012
Goodness.  As I wait for my photos and video to upload to Picasa, I am wondering about this photo from a week ago, when all of this down here as a permanent thing was brand new and I was exhausted and not sure I would be able to hold my head above water long enough to compose a sentence.   Waiting for the upload, it seems I have forever to compose a sentence.  (Maybe Cenury Link "high speed" Internet is the sentence.)  Waiting, feeling the chill of night creep around my bare feet, I know I am alive and well and happy to be alive and well.   So happy, in fact, I can walk away from this lame Internet connection and go to sleep.  Be well my friends.  Catch you tomorrow.
Skywatch Friday

Wordless Wednesday: All We Can Say


Our World Tuesday: Group Projects

From February 3, 2012From February 3, 2012From February 3, 2012 Out for a walk on Saturday morning, I came across some lovely trinities. It was beautiful, peaceful.... Every day we do things, we are things that have to do with peace. 
If we are aware of our life..., our way of looking at things, we will know how to make peace right in the moment, we are alive. (Thich Nhat Hanh)
Our World Tuesday

Today's Flowers: Work Worth Doing

From February 3, 2012 "Far and away the best prize that life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing." (I wonder if Theodore Roosevelt got this idea from the flowers.)

One Single Impression: Sour Grapes

Reds sit heavy on the tongue,
Filling your mouth with the sultry
Warmth of late summer
And a warm embrace
That chases away what is cold now. I like reds. Whites, on the other hand,
Go with everything from chicken
To cannolis.
Chasers and palette cleansers,

They promise nothing.
These blondes tantalize.
They are useless.

Sour grapes?
They go wild in September
Along the streets
Around the power lines
Amid the brambles that delimit
The roads and the wild.

They are reds
Without  the sugar.

They are every possibility
Without pretense.

They are hope, sober.
They don’t flirt or sit around
To be savored and complimented.
They don’t go down easy.

They are the perfume of the byway.
Leave the road.  Taste and see.
One Single Impression

Skywatch Friday: Soft Light

From February 1, 2012 From February 1, 2012 I reached for the sun with my camera on Tuesday evening for the first time in a long time.  It was like being out with an old friend.  The camera slowed me down after some intense days of overwhelming change and new challenges.  Last night I was out for a walk, and the sun got away from me and the heron in the background before I think either one of us realized it.    

Skywatch Friday .

Wordless Wednesday: Keep Your Hair On