leaves wings and other such things

maddhatter and the splash-cap

“I don’t think…” then you shouldn’t talk, said the Hatter.”

                                                                                      ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland


madhatter and a splash-cap

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caterpillar wisdom

mature caterpillar imparting wisdom to young


i have been working in the yard & it would seem that i am sharing this small piece of nature with all the little creatures living there. if i listen closely, perhaps i will hear them chatting.
i wonder if they say—

To resist the influence of others knowledge of oneself is most important.

an older caterpillar imparting wisom—detail

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i’m late little alice

White Rabbit— Why, Mary Ann! What are you doing out here?

Alice— Mary Ann?

White Rabbit— Don’t just do something, stand there… Uh… no no!
  Go go! Go get my gloves! I’m late!

Alice— But late for what? That’s just what I…

White Rabbit— My gloves!

White Rabbit— At once, do you hear!

Alice— Goodness. I suppose I’ll be taking orders from Dinah next.

—Lewis Carroll




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cheshire smile

Alice     And as for you… Your Majesty! Your Majesty indeed! Why, you’re not a queen,

Alice     But just a – a fat, pompous, bad tempered old ty…!

Alice     Tyrant.

Queen of Hearts     And uh, just what were you saying, my dear?

Cheshire Cat     Why, she simply said that you’re a fat, pompous, bad tempered old tyrant!


smiling cheshire and screaming queen

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just a clumsy guy

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

Threescore men & threescore more 
Could not place Humpty as he was before.


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the window view

the greens, reds, yellows, & violets are in bloom. i want to be outside. i am thinking about our trip
to italy a couple years ago. nature in bloom surrounding decorative architectural details, sculpture,
& murals. venice also displayed curious still lives in naves & window. so much inspiration.

another inspiration were the murals with elements of grotesque beauty.

body figure in an Italian window filled wtih blossoms















see a little more of my trip to italy.

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cranewife and osprey

My crane wife arrived at my door in the moonlight

All star bright & tongue-tied
I took her in

We were married & bells rang
sweet for our wedding

And our bedding was ready when we fell in



Sound the keening bell
To see it’s painted red
Soft as fontanel
The feathers in the thread
When all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife

—The Decemberists   The Crane Wife

woman seatted with cranes & protected by an osprey



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fox and trot

i imagine—

rolling hills with layers of twisting, swaying, figurative trees—

creatures swiftly running, playfully galloping—

slipping up, around, & through the leaves—

weaving up through branches—

emerging from the horizon—

merging with the colors of nature that sustain them—

breathing in fragrant foliage & the smell of birds, squirrels, deer, fox, & horses—

aware of each other—saturated by heightened senses.


horizontal landscape with fox and running horse

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song through the trees

Song birds

nature’s singing voice.

little bird happily sings in a floating baritone 
trumpet bird singing while nested in a pod of leaves 

And many another chorister
That time would fail to tell,
Who helps to make the woods resound 

With bursts of rich melodious sound
That answering echoes from around
To one grand chorus swell. 

woman in landscape listens to the bird song in the trees



—poem excerpt from To the Birds by Martha Lavinia Hoffman


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instinct & practice, nurturing & guidance, dependance & trust.

a bald eagle chick practices flapping its wings in the nest atop a tall pine. next it tries beating its wings into the wind & taking short hops above the nest. one day, a big gust of wind catches the bird’s open wings & whisks it away. the parents follow the young eagle on its first flight.
—minnesota department of natural resources

the little flegling near his mother's side


what is this connection between the fledgling & its mother?

—i miss mine.

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