Sunday, June 4, 2017

Colorado UnEdited

On the way to Crestone...

Drawing closer .....

Crestone Community Flower Planting... 
Larry C.
Linda Jo C.

*Note for those who do either do not get or do not open email...
Hello Everyone,

Here I am in Colorado in the gorgeous early June green. These photos are unedited, since I am on a MAC that I don't understand.

I know I can't exactly make this a mission for the day, but if
you can arrange it, even in dead of eary morning or late night, get a small plant, and sneak it into a tree bed or a nearby plot. Be aware, though, that it then becomes your very own and may need watering--unless, of course, you can purchase a very hardy New York Street Plant.

Love and best wishes for a blossom-filled day,
Linda Jo

Friday, May 26, 2017

The leaves of summer

Let the sap of summer nourish me,
like a small bough,
with a leaf stuck for life to its limb.
Let the autumn wind care for my soul.
So what if winter crawls over my roots!

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Messy Cherry Blossoms

I told all my blossoms to wait for the bell
and then bloom all at once in a flowerly spell!
But they burst out whenever, however, wherever,
and now it's a tangly blossomy hell!

Monday, April 3, 2017

Brave Buds

Sweet green bud wrapped tight as a new umbrella
sneaking out from winter covers
betting its life on another spring.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017


I don't know what it is, I never saw it before!  Maybe it's one of those dangerous immigrant things from over there!

Oh well, it is kind of cute. Let's wait a while, and see.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Meet our new friend Ripple!

So far we don't know too much about Ripple,  but here's how we met.......

I was happening to glance to my left on the way up 5th avenue, when my pointless progress was arrested by an insistent and very demanding TWEET. I turned around, and there was the unmistakable puffy, tweety, happy presence of Ounce.

Ounce hopped and tweeted, and off we went up 5th Avenue and into the Park near the Harlem Meer. I thought Ounce was after a favorite bathing bowl, but it’s too early for fountains.

Before I knew it, Ounce was tweeting and fluffing and hopping, and who floated over but Ripple!

Ounce introduced us, and off they went for a ride on the Meer! I tried to get a photo, but Ounce kept moving around, and then there was the glare of the sun.

I can’t tell you how much fresh air can be packed into a walk.
Ounce on 5th Avenue

Ripple floats in the Harlem Meer

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Ponderosa Country

Ponderosa Pine at the Southern Edge of the Rocky Mountains
Sante Fe Plaza, New Mexico

Monday, December 26, 2016

The Riven Tree

The trail is quiet, not a bird breaks the silent, trackless, virgin Colorado Powder.

Time itself rests from its relentless, steady, pushing and cracking through its unmarked path.

No spring on the wing, no thaw, no new growth needling its way into a new spring morning.

No, not yet.


Saturday, December 24, 2016

The Continuing Saga of Green, the Sinclair Station Protector

Our hardy photographer was again exploring the myths and sagas of the Ancient West, when he or she snapped this amazing shot of Green, the legendary protector of the Sinclair station in Southern Colorado.  The rumor is (probably) true!!   Every now and then, just once in a while, Green steps away from his daily vigil and his nightly nap to wander the midnight streets of Fairplay.  Notice the slight turn of the head, the tiny smile, the mischievous gleam of the eye. 


To re-enjoy the origin legend of Green, see


Friday, December 23, 2016

Snow Grazing

It's late afternoon in the Arkansas River Valley in Southern Colorado. Cattle graze on the yellow leftovers from the fall harvest, probably alfalfa.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Autumn Remains of the Day

Thank you for your service....
Callery Pear Tree Leaves, November 24 2016


Thursday, November 17, 2016

Apple Harvest Time Along the Reservoir

I was stuck on a limb on the upper east side,
I haven't a clue how I got there!
I was hungry and cold and I needed a nap,
I was lonely and full of despair.
I was inching along in the best way I could, but
I haven't got feet, and I slipped on the wood!
I am fortunate, though,
I fell onto this hole! So,
I ate and I ate, and I'm gaining some weight,
I am warm, I feel great, all I need is a mate!
I am ready nourish my soul!

Along the East Side of the Reservoir, Central Park

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

A Wrinkle in Time

I looked along the wrinkles in my couch, looking for a random blink of karma. A tiny warp in the woof of time. Oh yes, here's one, and it’s a beauty.I'm weaving away at a plain wool blanket, horse outside, warm piles left to show the way for the summer grass. Oh that’s too far off. I had a saddle though, it was western style, squeaky and smelling of old leather. Aspens along the ridge.

Oh that leather smell!

Pines in the background, sounds of the horses chomping up the yellow grass, rough mane, rough hair, rough feel of western Levis. Old boots with dusty creases, red fire in the wildflowers. White, white clouds along the ridge. Sun somewhere shining.

Now there’s a wrinkle for you.


Saturday, October 22, 2016

The Rainbow Fountain, Conservancy Garden, Central Park

Our graceful Rainbow plays for a moment in the Italian Garden Fountain. As you can see, Rainbow is already vanishing back into its transparent spirit home. Fortunately, our brave photographer arrived just in time!

A fall afternoon in the Italian Garden

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

A Fall Evening

That was the day I lost my glasses,
A fall evening
Sparrows everywhere
heydaying away in the apple trees.

I still wonder if they‘re stuck up there
Hanging on a limb somewhere
I never thought to look among the branches.
I hated my glasses anyway
with their scratchy earpieces
and their flesh-colored frames.

Yet mostly I remember sparrows
Squabbling away with the interloping squirrels.

Apple Trees Along the Jogging Path, Central Park


Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Secret Garden: Saga of the Sparrow Bowl

It may seem as though the secret garden is an idyllic spot for calm and serenity, but even in paradise there is strife. Our brave photographer was sitting quietly among the berries and the fall lilies, watching Ounce an lots of friends playing in the Sparrow Bowl, when all at once, Red Cardinal came swooping down, scattering sparrows right and left!   Perhaps this swooping was innocent enough, but our brave photographer was so stunned by the chaos that Ounce was entirely forgotten!  Ounce  was furious, and a furious, wet sparrow is a dangerous thing.  Ounce dive-bombed a couple of times and practically drown trying to save the sanctity of the sparrow bowl. 

Amazingly, as stunned as our brave photographer was, the footage was still in the cloud!

Conservancy Garden, October 2016, from daylight into evening
Central Park

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Feathered Red Herring Relaxes in the Secret Garden

Catbird and Cardinal play in the red autumn water.  Ounce couldn't help joining in.

Hey! I know it's blurry, but it's a start!

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Hope The Guard Dog

We can all relax!  Hope is in charge!

Hope, my Niece's guard dog

Friday, September 2, 2016

The Legend of the Sleeping Green Dinosaur

Once upon a time, back in the day, when the wild Green Dinosaurs roamed the West, a small green spotted egg accidentally rolled out of its nest. Down it tumbled into the deepest and darkest of the Western Canyons.

There, as time would have it, Egg with Green Spots was covered with cold, moist silt. Eons past, and the moist earth rose and fell with the waves of time, tossing Egg about like a ball, and finally dropping Egg far away in the high, dry, Colorado Desert.

And there Egg with Green Spots sat. Egg thought about hatching, but why? What good would it do to roam the empty Earth, without a family or a purpose? “Where is my Dharma now!” cried Egg. “It has come and gone with the desert tides, and I will stay here until I molder”.

So Egg with Green Spots settled in, waiting for the dreary end of things. But one day, there came a sort of rattle!

 “Oh Dear!” Egg uttered with a squeak. “Is this the dreaded Egg-with-Green-Spots-Eating snake I heard about in my nest? “

And all at once, an Iron thing with teeth grabbed onto Egg, and scrapping away at the dry desert dust, it poked a hole in the shell!

“Help!” cried out Egg. “Help me! What’s happening to me!? I’m not an Egg, I’m a small Green Dinosaur inside a shell!!” ….

 “Wh-wha-what’s that moving outside my hole?” Green stuck out an exploratory nose.

“Sniff!” said Green.

“What the Heck is that?” said a Voice. “Hey, Sinclair, Look what I found over here.” He said, grabbing the squirming, wet and squeaking Green, who went limp with confusion.

“Uh Oh," said Green, as he regained his strength.  "What’s that strange happy stuff coming over me?”

“It’s sunshine,” said Sinclair.

Well, you know the rest of the story. Green grew to love the dry Colorado sunshine, and the people streaming by. So every evening, when no one watches, Green cuddles up for a cool nap. And every morning, when the road is empty and the station is resting, Green walks softly over to take it's place among the sacred rocks and legends of the West.

Fairplay, Colorado-from the bus

Mission for the Day:
1. Find something on your shelf you cherished once. Do you hardly see it anymore?
2. Remember when you came to have it?
3. Maybe take it in your hand and watch it for 20 seconds.
4. See again the circumstance when it came to you.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The Power of a Silhouette

Feel your toes grip the wet sand
Inhale the Ocean
The gulls are playing.


Mission for the Day

1. In today's travels, isolate a small silhouette .  (it should be a ways away, or we can be grabbed by the   nearest 'Q'. )

2. Pause awhile, and let a blessed, unused memory flood your senses. 

3. Breathe deeply.

4. Smile.