Leap

Leap, by Mary Stebbins Taitt.

I can't seem to let it alone.

those eyes...

A Ray of Light

Winter's almost over here. There are buds on the trees. Yea!



This is January in the Adirondacks.



My next post will be the first signs of spring ;].

"Winter Warrior"

Photo: Andree

Effect: Michael

Clam Beach

Here is Clam Beach today ... and an old sign I'd never photographed before at the scenic overlook.  Leaflady (Gail)

St. Clair de Lune (Eclipse over Lake St. Clair, Michigan

This is the eclipse as seen from Detroit Michigan over Lake St. Clair.
Sorry there are so many pictures, but I wanted to show the whole
thing, more or less. Difference in size and location in the screen
are due to my readjustments as I had to keep moving the camera as the
moon rose through the sky.

I took these pictures with a tripod and with a Canon 300mm zoom lens
and a Canon 30D digital SLR. It was very cold and both Biker Buddy
and I feel on the ice. (He got a huge goose-egg!)

Leaves for the Leaf-Lady

Leaves for the Leaf-Lady, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. This is a card I
painted for Gail for her birthday. Istarted it last night and
finished it this morning.

Garden

This photo was taken a year ago almost to the day of some flowers in my garden. Every year at this time, I start working in my gardens. Last year I didn't. I took it for granted. This year I don't have a garden to work in. Funny how much we appreciate things more when they're gone. I wrote the poem a few months after the photo, because I was feeling guilty about neglecting my garden. There's a bond, or spiritual connection, that grows with gardening. My aunt, who is a master gardener, gave me a book called "Tending the Earth Mending the Spirit" at the time I wrote this poem. It's by Connie Goldman and Richard Mahler. It's very inspiring.



Though she can't speak
She cries out very much.
Velvet petals of red and pink
Reach out for my touch.

Tender seedlings struggle
For their place in my garden.
Against a weeded jungle
My heart has hardened.

She senses my presence;
Flourishes when I'm there.
I'm quieted by her essence
In return for her care.

Pushing fingers through soil,
My cells will rejuvenate.
It's for love I should toil;
A spiritual connection to cultivate.

But I have neglected her,
And myself likewise.
Physically we need each other.
It's our Life Source we recognize.

Winter on the Farm

Silk Creek Editor Scott Carter in his barn door, ready to hike to the creek.

river

Yesterday I walked to the end of Azalea Ave. to see if I could access the river, which I can see from the road when I drive that way to the highway. I found one place. It was a sunny day and I was surprised to see the early signs of spring. Because much is green here in California all winter, I forget that some trees and bushes did lose their leaves. And some early buds are appearing now. There were a few patches of that green guaze that we back in Michigan see in mid April. And I saw a few more flowers.  Leaflady (Gail)