Sunday, November 24, 2013

The Butternut Tree

They like to mow down the weeds to keep everything neat and tidy; nature is so messy! Young trees barely bigger than a large weed are clipped in the process -- "don't put your head up so high there"


When they rise up and grow -- if they escape the mower long enough -- they have multiple stalks and beautiful forms.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Seeing Stars

Seeing stars -- a gift of the darkness of the night. Concussed by other light-sources, we see stars but not those that shine in the dark.


And star-struck we watch.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Identity

Not crimson with fury, red from exertion, or blushing. No anger, effort or shame here.


Just counterparts, twins, a match.