Quietly, time passes
Quiet
Tag Archives: photography
The Marsh
where herons hide
Daybreak
daybreak in the fog from my balcony
Dessert
More than anything, it’s the color I want to eat.
Sometimes
Sometimes I just call them yellow daisies.
Still Life
woodgrain and holly leaves
Simple
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
I’m going to be posting one photo a day with very little words; perhaps a simple sentence or just one word or perhaps just the title. For right now, this is a time for thinking and for doing and maybe not as much for talking. A lesson in simplicity.
Early Autumn
crunch
Dreaming
Darkness– the sweet and spicy spiral visions of velvety midnight lightning with torrential rains and golden amber daybreaks dawning into a black murder of flying crows and a tiny blue butterfly’s breath blowing stray raindrops on falling leaves with a feeling of deep peace and great abandon.
Things I’ve lost (are often the things I’ve gained)
the desire to please
misgivings about asking questions
the ability to be intimidated
the need to fill silence with words
spanishwoods 