Such was her presence
She left eddies in the world
Long after she left
Tag: United States of America
Glory ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #334
Golden glory of sunrise
Remind me
Existence is a miracle thrice
That there is something to observe at all
That there is something to observe it all
And that I am both those somethings
Existential Pleasures
Snow dusts the hills
Rice flour on sourdough crust
Endless patterns
In burnished bronze
No subject
No object
No meaning
The explorer’s
Essential pleasure
Existential textures
Diminution
Even at this narrowest end
The breadth and depth
Of the canyon
Makes Earth
Feel
small
Wonder in the Little Things
In the midst
Of expansive glory
She finds wonder
In the smallest
Little things
It is that smallest
Little thing
About her
I love
Most
Friendship ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #332
Celebrate the joy
Shared with friends
On an adventure
Making a meal
Out of life
Sometimes a Flood
A trickle
Where sometimes a flood
In a land grown thirsty
While from the sun falls
Torrents of heat
And light
In a valley
Deeper than shadow
Shadow Selfie
I have to admit there are an overabundance of road pics in my catalogue, photographs in which various streets, highways, byways and gravel tracks from my travels serve as the primary subject of a landscape. Mind you, I’m not apologizing for that. We photograph and write about what we know and love, and I love few things more than being behind the wheel of a car (or pedaling a bicycle) through unknown country. Over 40+ years of driving and cycling I’ve amassed several hundreds of thousands of miles wheeling on just about every road surface imaginable.
Safe to say, I know roads.
Smooth ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #331
Smooth gravel
Through sparse country
Makes me happy
Stormy Solitude
Rain abated
Dimpled sand dries in Rorschach patches
Sky a mottled grey
A single darkened cloud
Mimics patterns in the sand
Some might wish for the sun
To feel the heat on their skin
Or rising from the scalding sand
Secure in the haven of a beach towel
Beneath an umbrella in a sea of beachgoers
But I prefer this solitude
Shared only with the rumbling surf
And the gull idling by
On the penetrating wind
Which tousles my knotting hair
Draw my windbreaker tight against the insistent chill
Rub some warmth into my thighs through the denim
All the while engaging the impression
That I have this spectacular planet
All to myself
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