Symbolism.
Clarity, obfuscation, guidance, strength, communication, power.
We know them all, but often don’t understand how they’re being wielded, or when they’re manipulating us for that is the true power: omniscience.
Hiding moon.
I saw her as I came down my stairs, but when I stepped out to bask in her beauty, she was gone. I went both left & right: nothing. I went deeper into the dark. I thought she’d still be waiting. I was getting cold without a coat.
Then, she revealed her stunning, glorious beauty.
More winning from the peacefulest president ever!
May peace reach you.
Full public apology and no less than $1,000,000 per incident.
“And justice for all!”
He’s a worthless, inept POS, who hasn’t made a single thing better, and the worst fucking liar. I mean, at least sprinkle SOME truth in there to make it marginally believable!
Night tree contrasted with Star.
Last night, the sky was a fury of change. It stormed multiple times during the day, giving me an unneeded shower once.
This light pollution mostly comes from the east, but so does the morning sun, lighting this worn view, like my favorite pair of jeans.
Sad, selfish fu€ks.
Surreal moon stunner.
Looking out toward the sunrise, the side glare of the moon pulled me in her direction. Her beams, her glow, the colors in the clouds!
And yet, the moon is the reflection of the sun’s mighty light. Sometimes, they pass wonder from one to another and we get to be witnesses.
Pollen spill.
The crocus have come out in marvelous ways: purple, white and yellow.
The pollinators have found a happy feast for their survival after a cold winter. Good things do come to those who wait. Waiting isn’t in idle. There’s always more work going on than we see.
Early spring moon.
This is what’s left of the giant red moon. Not giant, or red any longer. It was enough to wake me and send the shine through the windows.
As I stepped out, the birds chirped and deep up the valley creek I heard the call of the barred owl.
It’s a nicer world to rise to.
Sounds of spring
Tonight’s the first night I’ve heard the spring peepers.
Anybody want a listen?
Foggy tulips.
Yesterday unfolded to the shorted hour of slumber this morning with less dramatic scenery than this - gray with no fog. This helps me celebrate the accomplishments of the past as I point towards the challenges ahead. Plus, I get to appreciate that willow oak at the end of my field.
Wet western field.
Another day gives us another gray. I’m not designed for this kind of weather, but I’m trying to adapt. I spent the day out replacing a post, and most of my railings and installing pickets, but not alone. My sister came down to help me push this project along as time closes in.
Thank you. I thought the same about it.
Believe nothing. Verify everything. Those additional dollars belong to us, not them. Everybody knows who pays tariffs, except the orange idiot in chief.
Who’s least qualified.
Morning view.
Fog, fog, fog! I’m not mad! You’re mad! I’m just kind of over it - just a little meh.
I do like the mysterious views and the mood upon the moors thing going on, as if that’s what I have. It’s really a meadow, and only 700’+ in altitude at the base of the Appalachians.
Give them a swift slap in the face with interference. Jail them. Release in Mississippi.
Foggy tulip bottom.
I’ve meant to do a bunch of shots with this fog so this morning I did. I think I really wanted the night shots of a particular locust nearest the western side of my cabin, but I was unwilling last night to do that after an evening out.
We get what we’re willing to take.
Not tundra.
The soft, wet snow turned harder and the rain came to change the beauty to this hardened crust.
Ice sucks. We may walk safely for a while, but eventually it seems to slip one of us up. Walk with care.
Starry moon tree.
When we’re running at only 91% should we save some of that to prevent further degradation - either physically or psychologically, or shall we pursue our best selves toward that constant goal - not of perfection, but of betterment?
Maple moon shadows.
This moon is moving thought in unexpected ways, showing me her power, but also her creativity. I’m looking forward to seeing her grand, red display on Tuesday, but until then, I’ll humbly enjoy her nightly displays.
Thank you. I feel very privileged to have been a witness.
Celestial connections.
It’s been a great week for me in… in most ways, actually.
The moon, the stars, the night and clouds tethered by the reach of trees pulls me and encapsulates all that I need for more than I deserve, I often feel. But this week, these connections are pointed and I succumb.
Bent beam among the stars.
This was a new gift.
They’re pouring steadily right now, which feels great because… well, because of all the other shit going on.
That, too is changing.
Humble magnificence.
After coming home later than usual, I was immediately arrested by the stars, then the moon. Everything wanted to speak. So I listened. I walked and shot and repeated.
I’m so grateful I’ve finally learned how to listen actively, for her reward pours over my simple cup.
Everything he said is fiction.
Melting snow.
Because of the wind following the fresh m, wet snow and relatively warm temperatures, the melt pattern was quite different from almost any other time.
I meant to capture this for a couple days many times over but life keeps getting in the way.
How we let life rule us defines us.
