Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Life seeps away with falling blossoms, Spring leaves left behind, Wet petals everywhere!  

Why try to remember where I put all those nuts eons ago, when I can order potato chips from any human-access hole cover?

I stumbled a little I turned around  I almost tripped  On UpsideDown! Newly Forged Upside Down flower by the South Reservoir blockhouse, Central Park

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!

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

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.

Time shattered that day, when I saw through a crack, another teaming, seething, crystal world, (I was stuck on my usual side) It was a   bubblegum world, with grassy places, trees awake with new leaves, old limbs fading with the death of winter, Look, There’s a beauty!   Boughs swinging in the windy sun, searching for a new spring nest.   

The day before rain

TWEET!!  Is that the same dull winter sparrow bursting with life like a happy bud? Is that me, with clumps of spirit blossoms resting in my hand? Me, with a new leaf painted in my soul? Reservoir April 2016

My past-tense life, full of dangling participles, A closet full of un-done novels, waiting for their final edit. Shoe laces frayed from long gone hide and seeks. Again, again, I see it all, stinging the air in front of my eyes; Cracking, shattering, splitting, fading, Finally the here and now again. I see it all. I do from time to time, I conjure up an arrow, cat gut pulling— Don’t let me go! I see my flabbergasted sinews dangling loose, Their life swooshing toward some unknown target. No bulls eye here for me! Should I have stayed with that simple dartboard after all? Well, now here I am, a feather for a friend, Sinking into a spring-green branch. What time is it anyway? ‘63 in Paris? Or Milan in ‘71? Why drag that blackened coal-shoot past Into this sparkling, solar-driven day? It’s time to let those finite multi-sided polygons Leap for their circles at last!

Amazing. We almost didn't recognize Robino. It was a difficult trip this winter, and a long, long winter to boot. Poor Robino! I know there was a lot of girth that wasn't totally accountable from feathers, but this slim, happy Robino. Well! What a nice surprise! Robino surveying his old territory near the Metropolitan Museum in Central Park

Spring in New York is the most beautiful time! These beautiful blossoms are from the original Yoshino Cherry trees, a gift from Japan in 1912.+ http://www.efcg.com/centralpk.html

Clickity klack, klickity clop, no wait. Clippity clop clippity clop. Oh, who cares? When was the last time you saw a horse clippity-ing anywhere anyway? I mean, I am spending hours in online furniture stores searching for a klik klak ratchet couch for my office. Why is this hard? Why am I doing it anyway? It’s time for a piece of chocolate while contemplating spring shadows across the Harlem Meer. Ahhhhh. That’s better. Spring Shadows Across the Harlem Meer Pathway

There’s nothing to it, actually. One simply hangs around a few different time zones, and all things even out. From the Airport Train Just South of Santa Fe

To some people this photo may seem awkward, but in New York City we have a terrible time with people dropping their plows. New York, Upper East Sude

Stippity steppity stoop. I’m always out of the loop. Whatever goes on, If I’m right or I’m wrong, I’m always outside of the group! The other day I happened to say A thing or two About what we should do About saving the day. Not any old day, no, not any at all! This particular day that’s about to befall Us is laden with flowers and birds everywhere, With their pollen and tweets and their devil may care, And their buds and their twigs and their pre-summer sprawl-- We’ve seen nothing like this since the mess last fall! Before it’s too late we should mow, we should prune! We should spray, we should weed, and we must do it soon. Let it go till tomorrow And much to our sorrow The fields and the trails and the streets will be strewn With Petals! with roots! spirea! and yarrow! Central Park Italian Garden, Spring 2013

It’s the daily-ness that wore me down, the over and over and on and on. Winter thudding along, mashing thoughts of spring into the muddy creases, Waiting, waiting. Will nothing ever happen? I am frozen like fingers on a frost-bit doorknob. No don’t try to open it, I’ve tried. Oh, it’s the daily-ness of winter, where is spring? How can I stop this brain-dead dialog, conjuring up a wrinkled copy of last year’s anticipation? Can't I give it one more try? Force out one more inaudible day? Waiting on the curbs and playgrounds, watching through the doors and windows, trudging after draining, unmet expectations along that repetitious path into another afternoon. I saw the yellow first and then that somehow different green: transparent, sun-lit, red-tipped, replicating life. Sun slanting and shifting through the afternoon showers, breaking into rainbows. English Conservancy Garden, April 2013 English Conservancy Gardens, Central Park April 2013

Grackle watching spring unfold in Central Park Central Park Near the Boathouse If you can not see this chirbit, listen to it here http://chirb.it/ErGMNN Mission for today: Take care to notice one bird; sparrows are usually available. See how it moves from flight to landing to flight. Watch it do something sparrow-ish. It's always a good idea to take a note. Inhale...Exhale... Check this out on Chirbit

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