what is & what is to come
organica
the morning sings through broken reeds
pods waiting to hatch
missing buttons
the tall grasses of morning
struggling to meet the morning sun
across a wild flowered plain
through the trees
summer gone rust
politics in america….
Politics in America, like this thistle – a thousand pricks gone to seed.
stars shine while dying
Happy Autumnal Equinox!
nubs
Mid Flight
fragile glory
flowers of the field
dying leaves
Divergent Trails
a cup for the rain
A field of Goldenrod
edible flowers and leaves – great for tea, garnish, or salads.
single parent hell
Somethin’s buggin’ me
we all go to seed… eventually
the erosion of ones mask
As the mask we wear erodes, what truth will be revealed? Is there anything substantial behind the mask?
Lotus blossom in the rain
Lotus In The Rain
rock, wood & bone
memory & reflection
a gathering place
limb
blue eye in the sky
Clouds squared 2&3
... on being and becoming ... 