dancing with sunlight
moving across western skies
the motion of spring
Category: Design, Art & Photography
My interest in photography started back in elementary school, and I studied it all through high-school. The shift from analog/film to digital changed so very much, yet so much remains the same.
Sunlight’s Travels
sunlight’s travels
an amazing journey
born from a star
Happy Saturday my friends.
Underneath Sunlight
underneath sunlight
springtime’s grace flows through the firs
still need my jacket
Today’s sunlight was very welcome. I’ve been fighting some kind of “bug” since Tuesday night. The worst was Wednesday, but I’m still lacking energy. I was able to get a walk in this after, and get plenty of school stuff done, but I’m now wiped out. I expect to be near 100% by tomorrow, though.
A Good Morning Haiku
songbirds chattering
a feature of my morning
crocuses waking
I hope your Tuesday brings you closer to your goals.
Winter’s Motion
this winter’s motion
sunlight climbing through the sky
crocuses blooming
Through the Rainfall
through the rainfall
as it changes to snow
the birds now confused
Found this blossom during my walk the other day. More signs that spring is almost here. Yet today we had rain, wind, snow and hail. It was quite a day, weather – wise.
A Saturday Morning Haiku
resisting waking
sunlight reaches my window
life keeps on moving
Another morning, life keeps moving. Onwards…
Under the Clouds
set under the clouds
my city moves through the rain
while fueled by coffee
A rainy day here, just north of Seattle. One that brings me memories of northwestern Oregon. The winter rains in Astoria where my feet were my main mode of transportation. I guess that came from the heavy weight of the rain drops along with their coldness.
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Tuesday Evening Haiku
seeking signs of spring
renewed life begins to bud
with rain less bitter
On today’s walk I focused on searching for signs of spring. Not many yet, but I found these. I expect that the signs will grow via each passing day. C
Newness
winter’s grip loosening
with the clouds drifting eastward
wonder of birdsong