Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

I found my sparrow friend Ounce (center) earlier today considering the possibilities of receiving truly free meals from cross-hatched metal tables. As you can see, Ounce has recruited two friends to help analyze the situation. Be it known that it is absolutely heroic to exercise such forbearance in the presence of potato chips, no matter where they are found. Ounce and Two Friends Discuss Likelihood of a Free Potato Chip Lunch A Decision is Reached

Like a fly we are caught by the merest chance In the waiting webs of circumstance. Isn’t there time for a second look? To see the puzzled picture In the riddle book? To sniff out the hand that baited the hook? What if there is a snaggy thread Pulled loose by a windblown seed? Don’t wait for a message, just go ahead! Take hold, it’s a seed not a weed! Forget all the angles and “wait a secs “, Forget regressing your y over x! It isn’t mathematics that’s calling for you It’s life, it’s exciting, let's try something new!

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Snow Being goes by many names:  Little Foot, since she or he leaves no trace; Snow Drop, since he or she appears only when snowflakes stick to the Earth just so; Fare-Thee-Well, since perfection is its natural state.  Nobody knows where Snow dwells, although there are those who say there is a darkened burrow near an unknown station in a tunnel of the IRT.  The scary, wide-eyed snow being is seldom seen, and often considered to be a myth.  Nobody knows the temperament of Snow; nobody interferes; nobody photographs, nobody records for fear of ramifications.  However, as we know, absolutely nothing, can deter our fearless and sensitive photographer from the action scene--not snow, not cold, not a scary situation.  Hark!   Sensing danger, our Brave Photographer rushes outside, and Lo! There is Snow Being, creeping with perplexity toward a dark, round something in the road.  Our photographer, confused by Snow's hesitation, looks carefully.  There, in the middle of the snow-lined tra

Speak to me I am listening, dreaming of daytime With fresh snow dripping over a green-tipped bud. Like the sage I am listening, talk with me. Can you find the figure in the ground? New spring is eating the fleeting footnotes! Why is the ibid not quite the same as last time? Why is there a space after the last quotation? Is there no center line no passing lane, no stop and starting over? Why waste the daylight brooding over last year’s bundle huddled in a sidewalk corner frozen maybe in the night wind covered maybe with a snow blanket. It is a spirit thing I know it, but how can I pull over? Not even a mist to quite pin down those cirrus skyway lanes. Oh I do know where they go; I’ve been there once before. I know all about the territory, Days blending in the linoleum kitchen floor With their long aprons and smelling of bleach Taking the back stairs down to the fruit room Looking for Oregon cherries.

Searching, waiting, watching Wondering, praying, pretending Wishing, imaging, insisting! These old green leaves, Wintered over, Simulating new spring green, Witch hazel, yellow and orange, So like forsythia, yet! Where is the booming yellow, Crashing over banks and edges, Catching a sniff of dainty pink?

Light guides us into spring, protecting the last fall leaves.

Boulder watching over the First Snowdrops of the year.

There is nothing quite as captivating as a Late Winter MudPuddle, preparing for spring, and with a walking Tree !

Robin, Robin Redbreast, where art thou? "I’m sitting in a tree but I don’t know how; I ended up here on this limb somehow." You flew around and landed there as simple as can be. "You’re very funny so they say, but why me instead of thee?" You silly bird I’ll tell you why, It’s difficult for me to fly, But you have feathers and wings and things! "I do? Oh my Gosh! Are these things wings?" Central Park Magnolia Tree Getting Ready for Spring Addendum from Vera A. of Denver Standing tall upon the crest, greeting Spring - Robin redbreast. Looking regal, fat and firm Scanning for a nice March worm. Gingerly testing out his skill. Can I still do the robin trill? What a voice! You're right on track. We're so glad to see you back.