Incongruous

 

 yet necessary.  Take a quick look around you.  How many other examples have you spotted.  

Infrastructure

 

and the shadows they cast.  Shoring up the landscape although the "lock" seems open.  

As light lessens

we need to learn from light's lessons.  We need an anchor.  Perhaps, be that anchor for each other. 

 

Something magical about seahorses

 Even on dry land, seahorses undulate.  On the water, the city of Benicia seems to undulate; feels like a vacation town.  

Incongruous

 Some words can stand on their own.

POV

Who is telling this story?  Who isn't listening?  Can a point of view ever be neutral?   Don't expect to get that answer from the news.  
 

Docked & tethered

 Yet, the spirit of sailing intact.  

Sometimes

 things don't go as planned.  Is there a plan B here? 

This is the first line of your memoir

Imagine that.  

 

Taking in

the outside from the inside.  Later the three will consult with the one yet to come inside.   

 

Fallen olive tree

Gnarled.  Prehistoric animal.  A cave for air.  A valentine to absences.  I stand in its center and breathe.  

 

Yearly pilgrimage

 

S.F. Dahlia Garden with my friend Kim.  A yearly pilgrimage.  I'm thinking how friendship is fractal.  Beautiful.  Simple & complex.  And always, always, in the moment.  

Just what Monday needs

 

A fabric pinwheel.  Just like Monday, setting the week in motion.  

Consider

what the simple lets in.  What the simple lets out.  Breath.  

The soul of a succulent.

 It's life-force putting out a new shoot, ready for flowering.  Worth watching.  Worth the wait.  

It was the bee who showed me

the withered edge of the fried egg poppy.  Those petals like sheaves of paper.  Delicate yet tensile.  The bee, determined.  
 

Looking at the blurry

with soft eyes.  I dwell on the pink exclamation mark.  I think today needs hope.  I put down the news about the tsunami warning.  Water for good and for bad.  

In the moment

 only this moment.

What is the facial expression of a human

 when she/he achieves this sense of calm, inter-connected peace?  

Freddy on right; Fritz on the left.   

Right now the world is rocky and explosive

 Who would have thought, comfort can come from boiling water in a cast iron skillet. 

Purification, of sorts.  Cathartic.

Calligraphic message

A teapot is a container of wisdom.  

tea leaves

unfurl

cats

sleep

all is well 

well, not quite...

 

Zeroing-in on details

Makes the object a thing of narrative-memory.  Turns an object into an abstraction.  

Side-by-side

 Life and death on the same plant.  Death is as large as the living.  Both exquisite in their particulars.  

Tenacity

 In all forms of nature.  Lots to learn in the spilling of dirt; in the disruption of concrete.  

The day begins its moving inward

into evening.  You can see if happening.  But can you feel it change?  

 

Comfort

 What feeds memory:  running water, flowers and the light which illuminates.  

The eye of a flowers

 glimpses its own imagination.  Imagine that!

If flowers were coral fish

 We all know, coral fish are underwater flowers, don't we?  What else do we all know, especially about the freedom of choice?  

It's that time of year

 When paper and sun meet at the intersection of "happy."  

Adventure galore

 

inside an empty bowl.  Perhaps, even the first paragraph of a novel.  Or a treasure map.  Who  doesn't love an adventure. By the way, what do you think seasonal fruits' perspective is on an empty bowl?  Or a bowl brimming with seasonal abundance?  

Rapt and rapture

We can imagine the offscreen object of fascination. (Hint, has wings.  Has a beak). Meanwhile the bird (Matilda) in plain sight, ignored.  How like humans!  

 

Head on fire

 

or is this purple hair on a cyclops?   You choose.  I'm with you on this.  

Why do extremely large tires fascinate me.

Or very tall trees?  Very tall people, too.

 

A thistle in the sun

 Tonight, let's have pasta and carciofi.  I'll pick some basil.  You get the rosemary.  Let's rendezvous at 6.  

Frozen in time --

labyrinth-like fingerprint.  Much to think about as the upright oaks in the field across the way spill shadows like runes.  

 

A working angle

                                                         

                                   Conversing with large machinery, sky calibrates the angle. 

                                      Have you noticed, how sky makes space for every tree  

                                                                             and shadow?  

Unexpected

I have a soft-spot for gladioli.  One of the most sensually-abundant flowers.  Their petals, a hue of flamboyance.  Why are gladioli so frequently part of a funeral arrangement?  Life & death, equal partners.  So, what's the backstory on these gladioli?  A month or so ago several green stalks popped up in a patch of dirt in our  your patio.  I decided to see what nature would offer.  Looks like we will have an abundant harvest of gladioli.  Whether they will all be this delightfully-shocking pink/purple, is a question for time's unraveling.  Stay tuned.  I am.  
 

Language, subtle and muted

eloquently communicates. Isn't all language visual?  

 

Front, back, and center

Progress is taking a nap.  

 

Curious messages abound

A walk is an opportunity for a smile.

I wonder

 

Do poppies love their shadows as much as their petals.  Do we love our shadows as much as our sorrow?  

All four direction lead to the center

and depart from the center.  All I can think of is a memory of the first time I saw a peacock in a small, local animal preserve.  I must have been 6 and simply marveled at the patterns in the peacock's feather.  I couldn't understand how such an elegant creature had such a shrill voice.  No rhyme, no reason to that. 

Have you ever attempted

to return to the center of last night's dream.  Good luck.  

 

Organic mowing season

A hillside near us is the yearly gathering of goats who mow the vegetation to a fire-abatement level.  How clever, how sensible is this.  A herd of mismatched goats with those knowing, sensitive eyes.  I'm thinking of all the dishes I prepared with yummy goat-eye beans from Pescadero.   That wonderful shop closed several years ago.