i know intuitively

rocks love to be accompanied by a cello.  Listen, bow across strings;  time is ticking toward 2023. Delicious rain anoints every stone and transforms hills verdant.  Late morning glistens; the 2 cats sleeping.  Soup for lunch and the luxury of remembering an expanding circle of friends.

Always notice a cat's tail

A house filled with kitties is a warm, cozy home.  Ending the year, beginning a new year, a kitty tail tells the tale.  
 

Some times the road

dark & slick with a single light.  Except, of course, for what lies above you. While looking down has its merits, some times all it takes is a long stretch into the sky to hold the pink.  

Simple & elegant

hanging out in winter.  A relaxing walk into the luminous.  What else have I missed seeing in the last 7 minutes.

Waking to a morning of Tule fog

the stately cypress a shadow-tree.  Imagine two crows in flight shredding the gray.  
 

Something left behind

Perhaps an organic ornament for an oak or eucalyptus tree.  Where are the crows to lift up this unraveling sun/

When is a box more than a box?

when 2 kitties are around a box is a sled, a flat home, an unimaginable animal who can be moved across the kitchen floor.  So folks, step into your imagination, but please first reach out and pet Freddy & Fritz.  Or I should have I begun;  a kitty is never simply a kitty -- he's a kinetic bundle of joy, they are family.  

Liquid magic

 something about koi -- pure magic.

Thinking of the solid

and realizing it is nothing more than a basket of atoms whirling with galaxies between.  Well, perhaps that's speculation. But the veins are lovely.  Guess I'll contemplate my left hand.   

Some things known

some things unknown and every thing holding the potential of mystery.  Let's call this [what we see in front of us] a state of suspended awe.

Where does this lead?

 are you traveling alone?  Take comfort, you are in company of your favorites hues: black, purple, red.  What book did you bring for the journey.  Waiting may be involved. 

Persimmons and the calligraphy of trees

Please tell me, what do you see is being said?
 

The everyday miraculously beautiful.

 So glad I showed up.  

Precisely

the sun's love of a well loved kitchen.  May every refrigerator be a liquid landscape.   
 

What we see

 what we read into 

at rest or when the page is blank.

Roots & light

And, of course, the creative third -- rocks.  Can't get enough of rocks.  Life is good as Fall is falling all around us. 

About as cute

as a bowl of persimmons.  

And just as much treasured.  

Freddy & Fritz

 

Light, leaves, camera

 Look, the ground has a Red Riding Hood cloak!

Fall at home

Succulent nestles among fallen leaves while the 2 cats nestle in their dreaming.  
 

Empty?

Absence?   Or anticipation?

 

The simplest detail can delight and invigorate.

So I'm at one of my happy places -- Bancroft Succulent Garden in Walnut Creek, CA.  The light is particularly beautiful on a beautiful Fall afternoon.  One of the docents points out this succulent.  Modest.  "'This is the first succulent Ruth Bancroft planted in her garden 50 years ago.   She was frugal." Of course, the succulent above is not one of Ruth's originals, but it is the exact type the Great Genius Ruth planted.  I was jazzed all day.  
 

Nothing is completely abstract

not even moods.  For instance, indigo.  Can you hear the bass? 

Still

in the midst of ripples.  Sounds like life, doesn't it.  So wondrous to have my totem animal in our midst.  
 

Is music ever stilled?

 This is for sure -- music & cooking are kin.  Both are all about color & textures & shapes.

Trix tree

Ann's favorite tree.  She called them Trix trees (yes, after the cereal).  Looks like it would be in manzanita family but more closely related to the strawberry clan.  I think of them as sunset/sunrise trees after their brilliant red & yellow fruits.  Bell-shaped flowers like a manzanita, too.  What could be grander or more colorful to celebrate Ann.   

The dream you've been waiting for....

a lipped-moon with a purple hat & koi in her celestial heavens.

 

Fall falling on a rock

while dreaming of water.  Perhaps, you had to be there. 

 

A lens on perspective.

 Just let your eye linger in the upper right hand corner.  See who that majestic, jagged red informs the blue light in the lens bubble.  Life is good.  

Contemporary Stained Glass

 grabs my attention.  Although this, is not.  Oh, the imagination has its spells/charms.  

Drama on the sidewalk

 slow-moving drama.  

I used to revel with Fall foliage

now, it's the pursuit of persimmons.  The Fuyu season is finite but rewarding.  Of course, a sugar maple or two will not be overlooked.  Fall is an awe-filled season.  Crispness is definition, is boundary.  

Fearless.

Ready to take flight. Ready for the next adventure.  

 

Carp

 and the sun they swim in.  What do you swim in?   

Desiccated

 gorgeous and in a very different timeframe, fragrant with memory.  Perhaps, roses.  

Night is a fascinating jewel.

 

Sun bathers are relentless.

Going to the top of the mountain, so to speak, to seek the last bit of Autumn sun.  

 

She was the one

for whom lady bugs appeared.  Hasn't changed much.  She's would have no objection if this image where made into a stained glass window.

Don't you think

 the synapses of a rainbow are glorious?   Can you hear ethereal music?   

Unseen

Under the sway of tiny lights, the umbrella disappears.  And you thought the void was the night sky.  

 

Nope

not a starfish on a rock nestled against succulents.  This is a corpse plant, enticing pollinating flies by its rotten scent. Bancroft Gardens is a treasure trove of the unexpected as well life should be.

The concept of a plant is not

 a plant. Why she is thinking this right now is a questionable concept.  

Calligraphy of a name loved brightens every day.

Or it might be just a game of pick-up-sticks while waiting for the pasta water to boil.  
 

Moody

Moving in an out of moods -- many & various.  Cooking might help later but there are clouds in the kitchen.  
 

Hands

 are so much like spoons.  Gathering everything from flour, soup, gestures and, of course, air.  

Remembering abundance

 being head and all the smiles that abundance brings.  Remembering Ann F Biderman (March 8, 1955 - July 2, 2022).  

Masked

as in a party.  Ready to celebrate and yet and yet there's sadness behind the mask.  
 

Landscapes

are everywhere, especially imbedded on my refrigerator in the evenings.  
 

Size sometimes captivates

as in larger than expected or the petite. Staying focused, both get to where they need to go.  In the background, there's always a cup of coffee waiting.
 

Is the center truly difficult to find?

Is is easy to stay within?