• architecture,  coffee shops,  journal,  lifestyles,  poetic journal,  writing/reading

    They’re still open

    Morning sunlight on tables outside of Cups Coffee shop

    Before going to bed last night I decided I would go to Cups Coffee this morning and buy a latte. I ache inside for the small businesses struggling to stay in business so it was my way of supporting them. When I bought some food supplies yesterday I noticed they were open. They now have the shop completely quarantined, primarily taking call in orders only. I was able to step inside the front door, order my drink then step outside and wait for them bring it outside. That’s when this image was seen. Drink for the day was a matcha latte with lavender syrup. Much prefer honey rather than the lavender. I heard a new for many of us yesterday, we’re now called quarantiners. And, yes, Websters has that name in their dictionary. 🙂

    I started working on a photography book well over a year ago where I intended to include excerpts from my journals along with some of my favorite images, primarily to leave for my children and grandchildren. About three months ago I read what I’d written, thought it was sh*t, told myself I’m not a writer and put it down. Well, this quarantine time beckoned me to look at what I could do with the writing. I’m not sure what but something happened. A clear mind maybe, but it began morphing into a style of writing I’m not used to. I’ve read several names and styles of writing called prose, poetry, haiku, poetic prose, poetic journals, and a bunch more. Anyway, I’m having fun with it. My last post had my feeble, and first, attempt to write in some form of poetic prose on this site.

  • architecture,  poems,  shadows,  window,  writing/reading

    In the Silence…

    Diffused morning shadows from overcast skies

    With prayer and meditation I begin this day
    and words from within are heard in this silence.

    I sit at my desk looking out the window
    and a gust of wind intrudes in the silence.

    Sunlight begins to peek through grey clouds
    now shadows move across the wall in silence.

    I open a book to a favorite page
    where words speak to me but in silence.

    My pen moves across the blank page
    and I notice, there’s much to hear in silence.

  • landscape

    It finally happened….

    On a wet and rainy day

    We have been spoiled the past three days with sunshine and temperatures in the 50’s. I even sat outside in the sun the past two days and journaled. I was amazed at the difference in our world when the constant use of machines is cut in half. I could sit there and here the wind blowing through the branches with perfect clarity since there was almost not background traffic noise. Many do not know what true silence is.

    This morning is overcast and much cooler. Rain mixed with snow is predicted for later this afternoon and evening. Already have one walk in and plan on a second early this afternoon.

    Just to let you know I did attack that pile of stuff in the corner yesterday and pretty much have it looking good. Threw a lot of it away. Yes, it finally happened.

  • Cityscapes/Urban,  clouds,  landscape,  lifestyles,  sunrises,  window

    Maybe today

    Sunrise from my wicker rocker at my bay window in my bedroom

    I’m pretty much in a self induced quarantine, maintaining physical distancing. I think I’m adjusting to doing without my lattes and coffee shop community, although it is not easy. Morning coffee is made with a french press and I bought some different coffee beans that I really do like. In many ways it’s nice to spend a bit more time at home. I’m also getting in a walk or two each day for physical health and sanity.

    Right now I’m in my wicker rocker looking out the bay window of my bedroom that faces southeast. The sun has just crested the neighboring apartments so I now have bright sunshine in my face and almost done with my cup of coffee. So,what to do with a full day ahead.

    Some of you may not believe this but I have a corner in my living room where a pile of stuff is slowly growing in height and width. I’ve always told myself the reason I have not picked up this pile in the corner of my living room was because I didn’t have the time. Well, I now know that is not the reason. 🙂 Maybe today. Or Saturday.

  • Cityscapes/Urban,  lifestyles,  poems,  sunrises

    Presence of Still Waters

    Sunrise at the bus stop last week

           The Peace of Wild Things
    When despair for the world grows in me
    and I wake in the night at the least sound
    in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
    I go and lie down where the wood drake
    rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
    I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
    And I feel above me the day-blind stars
    waiting with their light. For a time
    I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

    Wendell Berry
  • Cactus,  Humor,  Metro Parks,  Plants

    …pushing the sand button.

    Cactus

    Horsing around yesterday and decided to send a silly test message to my family and friends. Thought maybe it could bring a smile to their day and maybe yours.

    “With all the isolation staff goingon,, Ive been texting a lot more and I’ve noticed the fallowing. Sendin text messengers require the need to reed them very carefuly, more than ounce., checking for any and ale erors before pushing the sand button.”