There are landscapes in our dreams

 only our eyes and sometimes our hands traverse.  This is one of them.  

Seems as if Spring

 is always at the core of season, time & expectations.  

Let's let the rain settle in

 before we decide on where to walk.  Seems the landscape is a bit jagged and off-color this afternoon.  

As my grandmother always said,

"Child, pay attention to the shadows.  At all times.  Then decide if you turn left or right out the front door."   

An afternoon of blending images

with a good cup of coffee.  Perfect in so many ways -- this angle of seeing, of inquiry.  Of play.  

 

Something is about to give

 Stay tuned.  

What shall we call this

 this fractal landscape?  Who shall we invite to dinner?  

Often the interesting detail

 is closer to the margin. Can you hear the song?   

Earlier and briefer

than the last several years.  The hills turning brown by the minute.  I wonder what today's rain might reverse?  

Imagine a world of monotone

turkeys.  How sad would that be?  

 

Peeling beauty

A mailbox may become a thing of the past like the penny.  However, this one painted blue and rusted is a beauty.  Still being used, too.  Age has intrinsic allure.  

Light is the ever present trickster

Look what light just did to a poppy?  I'm sure the poppy was totally unaware. 

 Light will find a bird in flight whenever she can.  Ready for take-off.  

Whether metal, real or imaginary,

a bird taking flight is worthy of witness.  Who else is?   

 

Never out of season

What's not to love about a purple iris, especially when blooming in late January and a bevy of them by mid-February.  Remember, look for unexpected pleasure.   

Like candles

 a bell is always welcomed.  What is she summoning?  

Pretty in pink,

 Freddy waits for Spring and an abundance of birds.  

Looking up

 and through and into what?  Some mornings are like that.  Or is this time's new calligraphy?  

As a dear friend used to say:

 "It is what it is."  That phrase seems to resonate multiple times a day.  

Imagine this dahlia

as a flying egret.  skeptical?  See Below:  

Aren't the eyes inventively miraculous.  

Where have we entered

and by what good grace?  

 

I'm sitting with the beauty of an empty bowl

 and the possibilities.

Nice

to enjoy lunch with a trio of suns.  

 

Simply

 some mornings needs to be experienced as a dream.

What is it about a bud ready to bloom?

Eager to dazzle, this amaryllis.  Hope, all over the house.   

 

The road imagination travels

Who did you meet along the way?  Who joined you for ice cream?  

 

Perhaps,

 the heart of 2026?  Stay tuned.  Stay alert.  Remain hopeful.