Algae grows
The Rain
The Sun
The Cold
The Heat
In the many battles of opposites
Nothing lasts forever
Except balance
The Rain
The Sun
The Cold
The Heat
In the many battles of opposites
Nothing lasts forever
Except balance
Turned to it
Faced head on
Arms out wide
As if wings
Unfettered by Earth
Old Man Rock
He’s steady-on
I sit upon him
Wondering
At all that is
And ever was
And what it means
And what becomes
I lean into the attacking wind
Hold the camera steady
As the battalion of clouds
Advance, malice intended
I suppose that is the way
Of rainforest life
I hanker for the sun
Complain about the wet
But it exhausts me
when the sun stays too long
A trickle at first
Then a torrent
Then a tumult
Until the space filled
In a thunderous storm
Sometimes, these conditions could lead to a very powerful twister. Everyone was hoping it would be the little tornado that couldn’t.