• Food,  lifestyles,  rants,  Transportation,  window

    Burn off the jelly

    April 18, 2020
    Morning toast and coffee

    Awoke early. Couldn’t go back to sleep. Spent a bit more time reading and writing while enjoying toast and coffee. Took a walk this afternoon to Fisher Nature Area, even put in some extra steps. Needed to burn off the jelly I put on the toast.

    US Air Force Thunderbirds

    I heard the jets coming as I stepped outside to take the camera for a walk when. They were on top of me so quickly. I didn’t even look, just raised the camera and fired away.

    I had heard earlier this morning that the US Air Force Thunderbirds were planning a flyover across communities in Colorado to honor “healthcare workers, first responders, military members and other essential personnel who are working on the front lines to combat the coronavirus.” The flight path was to take them over more than 40 medical facilities.

    I find it a contradiction that military aircraft, designed to kill thousands of people, would plan a flyover in tribute to healthcare workers, first responders whose purpose is to keep people alive and include military members. I’m confused!

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  • coffee shops,  lifestyles,  window

    The Morning’s Mood

    April 2, 2020

    Empty French Press on an overcast and misting morning

    Good morning. It is misting and at 25 degrees a fine layer of ice is covering everything. As I took in the view from my bedroom window, I thought this would make a decent image that expressed the mood of this morning.

    Awe and Wonder…

    With eyes fixed on the horizon
    I realize how small, insignificant
    I am in this vast universe.

    Yet, within me there’s a sense I am
    a part of all this, of being connected,
    even though a small part.

    I cannot define, comprehend or
    name this sense within me but at this
    moment I feel this huge mysterious love.

    May we be the gift we were meant to be,
    created to be. May we never lose the
    awe and wonder of living this life!

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

    In the Silence…

    March 28, 2020

    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.

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

    Maybe today

    March 25, 2020
    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.

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  • architecture,  Black and White,  quotes,  window

    Our Real Journey

    March 9, 2020
    Late afternoon sunlight casting patterns on the floor

    “It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
    we have come to our real work
    and when we no longer know which way to go,
    we have begun our real journey.

    The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
    The impeded stream is the one that sings.”
    Wendell Berr

    Wendell Berry
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