I’ve written and photographed to two ninety ninety nine,
I’m at the cusp of three hundred on this fun blog of mine.
As I hike and I walk and take pictures galore,
Do I have the stamina for three hundred more?
As long as I breathe and can take a long hike,
It’s my poems and my pictures I hope you’ll still like.
(I read this to my son and he said “You sound like a hippy Dr. Seuss.”)
“I think snow is so evocative and has such a powerful atmosphere.”
“A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder.”
“Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.”
The crow on the branch, a sidewards glance,
Each winters morning, a hypnotic trance.
With a backdrop of grey, wind whipping each tree,
Each furtive glimpse, tranquility….
As I sit at work and think of spring,
The warmer days and the hikes it will bring,
I dream of the trail and not of the cold,
Leaves on the trees, a scene to behold,
I know that day will be here, no time to lament,
Of harsh winter nights, awaitng springs soft sweet scent.
“Tombstones covered the dale, the smooth marble surfaces bright. She had spent days here as a teenager, though not out of any awareness of mortality. Like every adolescent, she intended to live forever.”
“Live life with grace, there is no return from the grave.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita
I had some time again before my daughters hcokey game so I ventured across the steet to this small cemetery and took these pictures.