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Chat Noir
I met up with my chat noir after one year, same spot, same witching hour, same infinity looping…coincident? I think not. Reposting this, one year and 28 days later on the cusp of a new moon…must be the season of … Continue reading
In Search for Fairies
This ain’t no wandering path through dense thicket nor the shade of a grove of pines, but fairies must be around the bend dancing to the beats of the pitter patter of the start of rain. Along with gnomes, sprites … Continue reading
The Big Leaf Drop
Is upon us, just before the temperature drop. Not a fan of the drops, but what a show they put on. So much depth and knowledge nature generously proffers for our advancement, but we’re too distracted by the pageantry.
On Playful Bearing
Voracious adventurous appetite is what these little guys displayed all afternoon…never did they let up. Good to see healthy, growing little beings full of heart without any limitations to their being. Brought up tender memoirs of boys that were once … Continue reading
Late Bloomers
Arriving later to the party. Better later than never, perhaps all the wiser. Quiet, reflective and astute…it’s the only way they know. Limitless potential bursting into the scene here, without a worry of the majority in the beginning stages of … Continue reading
Until the Clouds Unroll
Before we get all tawny as the classis coat of autumn tends to convert into these days, we are still enjoying the last of the transitional hues against the remaining greens even under ill-omened skies. The rain never came, a … Continue reading
Aisles of Gold
Throw on your boots and a make a dash for the corn maze in the golden hour…pressure’s on to find the way out before dusk—walking just isn’t an option. You couldn’t tell from the dozen or so of photos that … Continue reading
This Light…
for beaming for a flash of insight and a reminder of all the I am. One last hurrah for light. Giddy in anticipation to stand at the precipice of the heralded oceanic opening where it all started. Most magnificent and … Continue reading
Caught in Transition
Summer serenading caught in the morning dew,sultry thoughts sleeping in the shadows.Our last chance for a season to wallowand something new ahead of us to follow.Among the cacophony of hillside late bloomers,the vim and vigor of but a fewto carry … Continue reading
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