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Cape Cod, United States
__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Now, I must return to the minimal.


sunlight
lingers at each day's end
sap flows

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Departure #10

A 40 year old photo of my daughter Jess; she recently brought this to the light of day. Guess who it is wispering... "smile"...  into Jessica's ear!

















old memory
this kettle on the hob
warmth
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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I left this at our friend Tim's, Catnip bolg, he suggested I reuse it... here.


locked in
dreams search this wind
the wings

Sunday, January 22, 2012

__I have an old and heavy, navy blue corduroy shirt... there's a pocket on each breast, and over all it looks as if it has had little use.  It's flaw? The button down collar is worn through at the fold. I've been looking for a replacement, but all are of lighter materials, only a few have pockets, and some with the retailer's emblem where a pocket should be (I should pay for their advertising?) None of those shirts had been made here.
__Guess what I did this morning! A seam ripper, 40 minutes and Kathy's sewing machine; thus in the old fashioned way, I managed to re-position my collar!


reverse
stitches hide the wear of time
obverse


Thursday, January 19, 2012

__In my bothersome state, there are some blogs on which I cannot leave comments... the comment pages have been locking-up. As a Blog-O-Sphere illiterate, "I feel I'm out on the desert, and my only tools are... a canoe and a paddle;  sometimes its best to watch the weather, and wait for the rain."  _m


drought days
waiting for the rain
a paddle


Thursday, January 12, 2012

Departure # 9

Quiet time can generate... free thought.


Ideas.
Seeds planted
By a muse's call...
Nurtured,
Weeded, pruned, urged by thought's breath
Without the restrictive rein of didactic
Demands.

Allowed.
The idea blooms...
__Nurtured, ideas ripen;
__Ignored, they sour on the vine.

Monday, January 9, 2012

A book, a glass of wine... .


quiet night
only the rocking chair's squeek
a new page

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Departure #8



__Kathy is the photographer in our happy lives, she snapped this in mid-summer of 2011. Is there any wonder why we enjoy the time we spend at our pond?


this flower
in its closing beauty
the seeds
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Monday, January 2, 2012

This extended thought had arisen from our friend Talon's comment of 12/29/11.


an empty chair
still looks to this warming hearth
the tea kettle