Friday, February 22, 2013

The Road Forward

Pulled by the allure of a road, we follow. We speak of bends and curves unfolding before us. We label the bumps and rolls. We follow onward; we go up the road, down the road and across the road.


Why is it greener on the other side?
What is that allure?

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Sunset Dance

Autumn light leaves early; the colours on days when the temperature is "crisp"are intense. After the leaves have fallen, after they've been raked up and carted away, the grass is left still green waiting for the snow.


The tree dances in the wind.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

The Woodlot

Light flickering in a chancy, undefined way catches the eye through the leaves, stems and brambles. Cool in the summer. Outlined in snow in the winter, brilliantly ablaze in the autumn, the eye's task is to define and trace branch to root; the roots impossible to trace.


Such a tangle!