Red on Red

Red on Red

A roof to deflect sun and stormwindows to exchange light and expand our viewwalls to enclose and divideceilings that reach up to heavens, for us to come alivemiracle sunrises to reflect the contracted oneour home provides all of this and … Continue reading

When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again

“…Let love and friendship on that day,Hurrah, hurrah!Their choicest pleasures then display,Hurrah, hurrah!And let each one perform some part,To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,And we’ll all feel gayWhen Johnny comes marching home.” –Patrick Gilmore Reminiscing the sweltering days of … Continue reading

Chromatic Shifts

Chromatic Shifts

Connected to the wild, an intimate and raw me.Taunted, manipulated, abandoned, discarded no more.Out of red-hot ashes, my worthiness.A journey of the heart, no better time than now to leap and bound.Bringing me out of the dark, tones of a … Continue reading

Wrapped in the Wonder

The present is where all the good stuff resides. To live in the dream is to live in the knowing, to live in fear, frightens you out of present happiness and threatens all that could be taken. Live your dream.

Riddle Me This.

Riddle Me This.

I don’t have it all figured out; but I do know the next best step. I bet through the dense thicket beyond the path, some tiny creatures bound along from spongy mushroom top to spongy mushroom top with it all … Continue reading

Does It Even Matter?

Reading backwards. No words are necessary anyways as the room infers E-A-T, besides all is changing, be adaptable.

Put On All The Armor

Put On All The Armor

And just like that, a sophisticated grey and all colors fade away. It’s a lot to ask when temperatures drop to near freezing and those long steamy summer days are fastidiously far into the distant like dubious memories. The wind … Continue reading

Bounty Harvester

Bounty Harvester

The bounty of ripely plucked Crispins from an orchard off the side of the road now cradled in a bowl, a sweet reminder of our abundance. Bite into one for a crisp crunch and a mouthful of sweetened juice. Today … Continue reading

The Long View

Looking at things at the wrong end of the scope…no one who sees from the other end ever regrets it for a second even after name calling usually followed by a long harangue. I’ll take pareidolia for I can’t imagine … Continue reading

The Underside

The Underside

It’s spooky season, this little guy may spook most, but do you think this leaf is worried and burdening itself with negative or fearful emotions? Judging from the bounty of this citrus flora, I don’t think for a second it’s … Continue reading