(Note: I began writing this blog post five years ago; it’s been languishing, an unfinished draft, since February 2020 — partly because it’s so silly I wasn’t sure I should publish it. I still have strong doubts, but what the heck. Please enjoy it in the spirit of utter foolishness it deserves.) Lewis Carroll’s classics Alice Adventures in Wonderland and […]
I slipped my roots round the stony soil Like rings on the hand of a bride, And my boughs took hold of the summer’s smile And grew out green and wide. I grew up in a valley rich in heritage oak trees, and they feature in some of my best childhood memories. The various species found in the Sacramento Valley […]
For a long time, I was purposely avoiding shooting photos of ducks and geese with their tails in the air. Still, after a fragment of poetry from my childhood began running through my head, I decided to start looking for photo ops like the one above. Someone must have let it slip to the birds, though, because they suddenly seem […]
I found a series of colorful but rather plaintive handwritten notes lying along the ground this morning as I hiked down the Pioneer Express Trail toward Negro Bar.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold — William Wordsworth
My very elderly neighbor’s house has been standing vacant for a few years now, although her son comes by regularly to mow the lawn and keep an eye on things. Today, after yet another heavy rainstorm blew through, I happened to go out to my backyard and noticed a bright spot of color from behind the fence. For some reason, […]
The Ladybug wears no disguises. She is just what she advertises. A speckled spectacle of spring, A fashion statement on the wing…. A miniature orange kite. A tiny dot-to-dot delight. ~J. Patrick Lewis, “The Little Buggers”
The Daily Press Weekly Photo Challenge for the week of November 18, 2016. For this week’s challenge, find some magic, and charm us with it. A Spider’s Web Silk-thin silver strings woven cleverly into a lair, An intricate entwining of divinest thread… Like strands of magic worked upon the air, The spider spins his enchanted web – His home so […]
Clouds engulf the moon — plowing northward, they escort the oncoming storm.