Saturday, October 31, 2009

cardinal rule(s)



Finish what you start.

Bright coloring doesn’t always mean it will taste bad.


Being flashy and getting noticed may not produce
desired results.


(I wish the hawk would catch House Sparrows instead!)

Thursday, October 29, 2009

moon over marysville



Farmland was not my intended destination. I was on return trip from a failed attempt to find Big Darby Headwaters Nature Preserve, where no one should head without written directions. (I did find the Big Darby and a covered bridge.) But I still encountered nature in abundance, even around a farm pond. Remnants of refuge between mowed acres.


As anyone who appreciates the outdoors knows, you can always find life. Just have to remember to look for it. Preferably during daylight, or pack a flashlight…

Success?

"To laugh often and much;  To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded."

--- inaccurately attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson, this actually originates with "What is Success?” by Bessie Anderson Stanley



Sunday, October 25, 2009

Good day for the Snipples



I mean sniffles. I have a code, but that’s okay. Time to enjoy some forgotten friends like spiced cider, and citrus. Sunshine without guilt. And remembering that it feels really good just to breathe.




captive


If she could make the informed decision, would she choose freedom  or safety? 
What do you choose, in reality?

My daily wry


Shrews are sacred insect-eaters.  Let them lie where they fall.  Someone will take them, eventually.

Cats are not allowed on the property

 . . . outside of the house.

I used to have a fish.

Before the fall



They aren’t all gone.  the leaves.  And the ones that have fallen are now within my reach. 
Wet and alive with microbe galleries.

They smell like shelter
from the cold.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Sunday Evening Abstract


Ma'am, the park is closing.
Please just leave me in the old field catching photos.



I'm not afraid of coyotes. But a desk job... oh yes.