This Summer. This Year. (or what's been going on ... more than writing.)

This summer.

This year.

Words seem weightless — wisps — unable to keep shape long enough to put pen to paper, type to keyboard, mind to imagination.

Life spreads along other realms.

nongmoproject.org

painting with preschooler

a fellow concerned citizen

one of my batik panels

Hours keep tide with the ebb and flow of sowing, tending, harvesting, processing.  

Garden, work, family.

blueberries

cantaloupe

pickling cucumber

In a sea of white,



one vivid purple blooms magnetic.

Morning Glory. Flower, myth, friend, lover. hallucination. muse.



There is beauty for ashes in this world, over and over, ephemeral, insubstantial — everything and nothing.

My heart drinks in.



Miles from Nowhere is singing to the plants, minutes and minutes go by before I notice my own voice.

Mind flies, hands keep home.

Tending, pruning, mulching.

Sons, marriage, garden, spirit.

Some days the ordinary seems wildly exotic.


cabbage leaves

Some days even the flowers seem to have opinions.


Elephant head amaranth

Black holes suck away speech: worldly sorrows, friends’ sorrows, my own…

…but I cannot forget: my body rests on peaceful ground at night.

How to be other than utterly grateful?



This summer, get aways are one foot in front of the other,

in town or in woods,

or rangy hills,



eyes peeled for raptors’ wings,



any wings,





heart open to the wind.

‘I lift up mine eyes…’

Mountains as coping skill. within and without.

Letting in beauty. Letting in peace.

moments here and there.



This summer.

This year.



“Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.”  

~Khalil Gibran



“The mountains are calling and I must go.”

 ~ John Muir

“Chasing angels or fleeing demons, go to the mountains.” 

~ Jeffrey Rasley



“Writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for wordlessness.” 

~ Earnest Hemingway

(all photos taken by me)

(This piece also published at Medium)

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Comment by Arthur James on September 10, 2015 at 5:45am

`

Awe... Awesome...

Post brings tears of

Beauty - Pure Emission?

no... Purest Emotion.

`

My Son Wed a W.V.

Farmer and Created

a Gurgling Water Hole.

She has Gold Fish,

Frogs, and Sits to

Red Mind of taint

Toxins. No eat

Gold Fish? nope.

Put Gold in River

Bank? Save Gold.

Barter Gold Fish.

No eat it `Sushi.

`

VETERANS TODAY

Preston James -

Topic -

Corporate Food -

Gads - a Toxic

Petrol - Earth

Killer - GMO's

& Monsanto -

and we allow

a Killer of the

Earth etcetera

Become the one

who Disburses

Toxic unhealthy

"food" to be

Making Humans

Ill Our FDA's

Bribed PALS?

`

Thanks for

Raising Your

Voice. Tell

Your Peers

Thank You.

`

later.. 

`

Comment by koshersalaami on September 10, 2015 at 6:19am

Wow

You made us an online coffee table book

In terms of the quality of those photos, you really did

Thanks

Comment by koshersalaami on September 10, 2015 at 6:19am

Now I know why your avatar is holding a camera

Comment by Anna Herrington on September 10, 2015 at 8:10am

Mornin' ~ and thank you!  Keyboard issues, hassle to type much - but thanks : )

Oldest son jokes, It didn't even happen if Mom didn't get a shot of it. Avatar has old camera, killed by water gun at 4th of July parade this year...

will get to better computer later.

Comment by JMac1949 Today on September 10, 2015 at 8:56am

Looks to me like you've had yourself a great season and a great year. Love the stacked stones next to the pool.  People do that at the base of Mount Fuji.  Twenty years ago I left behind a small dragon.  I doubt that it's still there but I wonder.   R&L ;-)

Comment by TG DE VORE on September 10, 2015 at 2:26pm

Lovely. You have such a clear focus of your world. Thanks for sharing just a peek.

Comment by Arthur James on September 10, 2015 at 2:35pm

`

tgwithin

I agree...

Red Elephant 

Amaranth is

Loaded with 

Seeds. Great

Cereal. no do

pour Orange

Soda Pop in

Ya's Anaranth

Morn Cereal.

Ya's be jailed

as Bah Serial 

Killer?

`',' ' I have the

Purple Morning

Glory. It's called

Grandpa Otts -

`

Otts was a nicname

for Arthur ( Welch )

My Father was called

` Otts ' and I was a

` Otts ' until I got

out of high school.

My Sister sent me

seeds and they are

Reseeding Perennials.

Maybe same Seed?

`

Comment by Myriad on September 10, 2015 at 2:38pm

Beautiful, beautiful...

Comment by marilyn sands on September 10, 2015 at 3:19pm

Luscious photos!  Go Girl!

Comment by Carole Dixon on September 10, 2015 at 5:06pm
So gorgeous. Beautiful use of minimal words with fabulous photography.

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