lampost # 25 adorned with 1 seagull

two kinds of oneness ~

a room of one's own

knapweed

nature answers all of my questions & tells me no lies

bouquet of "weeds"

new (to us) wheels

let evening come ~

Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn. Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come. To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come. Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.

let evening come by jane kenyon

freeport days

part of our new hometown

morning walk

photo by glenn

creating anew

the magic hour

the whole story ~ for leila

seagull legs

ribbons of seaweed

wow.

be here now

do circles feel safe?

colourful washing and colourful toys ~

kimba