leaves wings and other such things

flowers

silly little ram

silly little, tiny, tiny ram—

tiny little ram face

 

 

nestled in your forest of lillies—

 

 

tiny little ram nestled in a forest of lillies

 

 

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in the wind

detail of wind blown hair

the wind brushes against my body & i am aware.

 
the wind brings the smell of water, the ivy, the trees, the dirt.

in it i can hear the birds, the leaves, the dogs barking in the distance.

it is cool. it is forceful. it is soft.

it is not petty or false.

if you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
     Khalil Gibran

woman brushed by wind brings the sense of the leaves, blossoms, & trees

 

trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going & coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, & through space heaven knows how fast and far!
  John Muir

 

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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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bird fish still life

fish detail in a still life illustration

 

 

 

 

 

 

those outside

dancing about in branches & moving through
wind stirred oceans

fill the air with

rustling, chattering, splashing, whistling,
barking, howling.

bird detail in a still life illustration

 

for those placed within

life is still

enclosed in wood grain veneer

adorned with graceful glass containers
of pure blue water

echoing an unsettling quiet.

bird & fish together in a still life shelf

 

 

The fact that we have to keep animals in captivity is a sign of the abject failure of us as a species.
The long-term goal should be that we do not need to keep animals in captivity. . . . 
 

—Damian Aspinall, wildlife park owner, to the Evening Standard.

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together you and me

Imagine me and you, I do

I think about you day and night, it’s only right
To think about the girl you love
And hold her tight, so happy together

bird masked figure and goat from together illustration

If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together

 

I can’t see me loving nobody
But you for all my life
When you’re with me, baby
The skies will be blue for all my life

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they tossed the dice, it had to be
The only one for me is you and you for me
So happy together

bird woman & companion goat move into the beauty of wind blown flowers

I can’t see me loving nobody
But you for all my life
When you’re with me, baby
The skies will be blue for all my life

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they tossed the dice, it had to be
The only one for me is you and you for me
So happy together
How is the weather
So happy together
We’re happy together
So happy together

—songwriters alan gordon and garry bonner—©trio music company—performed by the turtles

 

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flight of the calla lilies

the flower of the calla liliy in flight

flying in my dreams

I soar above the mundane
sadly I awake

–Kathleen a Nazarene

calla lillies & pussy willow

 

 

calla litllies

 

calla lily blossom

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falling in love

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  I have been in love more times than one,
  thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
  whether active or not. Sometimes
  it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
  an afternoon, but not less real for that.
  They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
  or anyway beautiful people to me, of which
  there are so many. You, and you, and you,
  whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
  missed. Love, love, love, it was the
  core of my life, from which, of course, comes
  the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
  that some of them were men and some were women
  and some—now carry my revelation with you—
  were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
  the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
  which was the first, and the best, the most
  loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
  my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
  such love of the world—its fervency, its shining, its
  innocence and hunger to give of itself—I imagine
  this is how it began.
                               —Mary Oliver

boy meets girl

 

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summer

spring brings such beauty to summer. browns, greens, crimsoms, & blue, emerge.
all the creatures move about & live in it. so much rich color—so much inspiration.
girl wearing the beauty of spring in the summer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   The oriole sings in the greening grove

As if he were half-way waiting,

The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,

Timid and hesitating.

The rain comes down in a torrent sweep 

And the nights smell warm and piney,

The garden thrives, but the tender shoots

Are yellow-green and tiny.

Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill,

Streams laugh that erst were quiet,

The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue

And the woods run mad with riot.

 —Paul Laurence Dunbar, Summer in the South

pink tree blossoms against a blue skyred flowers against blue sky

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flowers for trees

bonsai
on the distant cliff of a table.
Up close, it draws you in,
cuts everything down to size.

Look at it from the doorway,
& the world dilates & bloats.

The button lying next to it
is now a pearl wheel,
the book of matches is a raft,
& the coffee cup a cistern
to catch the same rain
that moistens its small plot of dark, mossy earth.

For it even carries its own weather,
leaning away from a fierce wind
that somehow blows 
through the calm tropics of this room.

The way it bends inland at the elbow
makes me want to inch my way
to the very top of its spiky greenery,
hold on for dear life
& watch the sea storm rage,
hoping for a tiny whale to appear.

I want to see her plunging forward
through the troughs,
tunneling under the foam & spindrift
on her annual, thousand mile journey.

—Billy Collins

bird in flight from tree top

in honor of mother’s day & the precious woman who i watched grow & who watched over me as i grew, here is a bouquet of flowers for the trees. two things dear to her heart.
a bouquet for the trees

from some of our walks together, here are some flowers & trees that we shared.
tiny spotted red blossomscluster of pink blossomsshoreline garden of the Cà d’Oro mansion

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