Monday, September 30, 2024

Happy 21st birthday to haiku

Gorgeous, preconscious imp.  haiku is 21 today and the cosmos is a more glorious place because of him.  RIP, imp.  Here's a haiku just for you:   https://patriciacarragon8.wordpress.com/sense-and-sensibility-haiku-2/   Thanks to Patricia Carragon for publishing this haiku for haiku in the inaugural issue of Sense and Sensibility.  

Sunday, September 29, 2024

Tunnel of your imagination

Quick, is a pen, pencil, brush or a pair of scissors with you invite as your companion?  

(credit:  SFMOMA, Olafu Eliasson One-way color tunnel, 2007).  


 

Friday, September 27, 2024

Negative and colorful

A new kind of stained glass.  A new kind of story? What is standing tall?  What is ready to sail?
 

Thursday, September 26, 2024

Trio of petite bridges

leading to the possibility of enormous adventures.  Perhaps more than three.  

Wednesday, September 25, 2024

If all are steps were created


with such color, ascending & descending.  

 

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

I am drawn to the combination of blue and green


So above.  So below.  And every layer in-between. Remember, this is someone's story we are watching coalesce.


Monday, September 23, 2024

Kissing your reflection

No, this isn't the Greek myth of Narcissus.  Simply, the  resident egret who loves the creek on the third and fifth holes poised for a meal.  Always wise to be elegant while dining.  Not a bit of hubris.  
 

Saturday, September 21, 2024

Have you ever pondered

the difference between dried and desiccated?  Take your answer and apply to humans.  Then, jump off a precipe and apply your answer to time.  Perfect musings for a Saturday, don't you think? 
 

Thursday, September 19, 2024

Three questions for a morning waiting for daybreak


 Where are we?  How did we get here?  Are we home?  

Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Neither a seaworthy vessel


 nor a road-worthy vessel.  But there is a history waiting to be written.  What treasures you find in small downtowns if you be on foot.   Thanks, Benicia.  

Monday, September 9, 2024

If a dahlia wore red earrings...


 So the novel begins and it wasn't even a stormy night.  

Friday, September 6, 2024

The wonders of paint


Never, never have I thought a seahorse would thrive on a wooden bench in an ocean-side cafe.  Well, the wonders of paint.  The gift of seeing.  Yes, she's the only seahorse in the cafe.  I checked!