Showing posts with label reflection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reflection. Show all posts

Thursday, September 24, 2026

Which is tethered?

Leaf or reflection?  Stones make great canvases don't you think?  
 

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Fall is full of color


and with a pond at the ready, most trees love a good reflection.  In fact, will stand on their head.  Headstands are not my thing?  
You?   

Thursday, October 10, 2024

Which is real?

Tree or reflection?  Does it matter?  When Autumn makes all the leaves adhere to gravity, then will we know?  

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.  
 

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

Two sides of a coin


 stillness & reflection


and action.  In this case, flight in the making.
Indeed, egrets among the most elegant of all sentients.
  


Monday, June 10, 2024

What is being forged? Created?

Or simply, an afternoon cup of tea with spoon and the gift of reflection?  
 

Monday, December 25, 2023

Reflection


 is always grateful for the object of its affection.   What is my affection reflecting?  

Wednesday, September 27, 2023

Always action

at the intersection of reflection.  
 

Thursday, January 19, 2023

The alchemy of reflection

Reflections fascinates me.  I sip coffee inside at dusk and suddenly the cafe lights are orbs hanging from the trees' calligraphic branches.  What is being illuminated?  What is being said?  What elements of physics are inspiring me?  Who do I thank?
 

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Koi fascinate me.


As does reflection.  And refraction.  And the painting light creates is pure magic. 

Friday, May 4, 2018

Upon reflection


some reflections warble, some twist & coil.  Is it the thing growing, the thing closer to death, or simply, it is water's magic & mayhem?  Consider this: without water, cooking is limited.  Tea, impossible.  Without reflection, poems can be scant & sketchy.  There you have it on a May day rather early in the month.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

What unites a bearded iris with a red, sliced onion?

Self-reflection.

Sometimes the answer is one word.
Sometimes the question which needed to be answered wasn't asked.
So, why would you link iris & onion?

It's in seeing.  Perhaps, a subset of self-reflection.

Yes, water is circular.  As are dreams.