
how can one be so…
not to see the greenery
for rapacity
(or the forest for the greed?)

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Dense

how can one be so…
not to see the greenery
for rapacity
(or the forest for the greed?)

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Dense

daylight savings time
man-made construct that dares to
play with dimension

it's a puzzle how the picture comes together one piece at a time
I used to have a lot of wishes.
I wished to be independently wealthy, to be a published author or a renowned artist (or both!). I wished for perfect health, for spiritual enlightenment. I wished for a simple life, free from stressors and from having to compromise my values for the sake of “getting along” or being a “team player.”
And a lot of my wishes have come true, maybe not in the ways I imagined, but in ways that have left me pretty satisfied with how my life looks today. And those wishes that didn’t come true… the funny thing is, I don’t really wish for them anymore.

My life falls into place one piece at a time. Like a puzzle. I don’t know where the next piece will come from, or what it will look like, or where it will fit. Often I don’t even recognize that some experience is a part of the puzzle. I try to trust the process. I don’t always succeed, but I try.
Beyond myself, I have fears for the future of humanity and of the Earth. But no amount of wishing will help that. Determination, action, self-discipline, clarity of values, patience, education, hope, selflessness… perhaps my wish is that we all develop those traits which will help us piece together a saner, sustainable future.
Let’s piece together peace. Together.
Peace.
The Daily Post photo challenge: Wish

They say you can’t
get There from Here,
and yet Here
is the only place from which
you can begin.
The most assured way to not
get There from Here
is to not set out at all.
However, There
may not turn out to be
quite as it appeared from Here.
The most assured way to not
be disappointed with There
is to not define it
until There has become Here.
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: The Road Taken
ashen sky reflects
in puddles while I reflect
on summer shadows


The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Shadow

too early for most
city park in quietude
for now it is mine
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Solitude

After multiple seasons of chipping my lawnmower blade on a chunk of concrete protruding from the grass at the very edge of my property, I decided one day to dig the offending obstruction out of the ground.
I grabbed a shovel and set to it. The more I dug, however, the more I found. Ultimately, I discovered I had come upon the burial site of a heavy concrete birdbath — pedestal and all – chunked into several pieces. Kind of like a victim in a creepy ax murder movie, only with cement dust instead of blood. More than I had bargained for, at any rate.

I loaded the pieces into my wheelbarrow and dumped them next to my driveway until I could figure out a way to get rid of the body – er, I mean birdbath. After a few months of staring at the rubble, I came up with a plan. I would hide the body in plain sight!
I had dug up a circular section of turf in the middle of my yard several months previously, admittedly with no clue as to how I was going to incorporate it into my landscape theme (or lack thereof). Keep the neighbors guessing, I always say.
So here I had this garden-like circular space and these rock-like concrete chunks. What better way to kill two birds with one birdbath, than to combine the garden and the rocks to build a rock garden!

Of course, I don’t really know how to make a rock garden, but I lined the circle area with the concrete chunks, and then planted a shrub in the middle for good measure. Maybe shrubs don’t belong in rock gardens, and maybe the rock garden will morph into something else over time. Apparently it’s not just the neighbors whom I confound with my actions; I have no clue either as to what I’m doing.
I think I’ve pulled off disguising the birdbath corpse, though. At least there haven’t been any robins or sparrows in long black overcoats and fedora hats pulled low over their eyes knocking at my door.
I wonder what else I will uncover as I continue my random landscape projects. I’m thinking of tearing down the old shed behind my house… what do you suppose lies hidden beneath that?
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Repurpose
melody within
plays only for me as I
dance with my shadow

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Graceful