leaves wings and other such things


the forest or the trees

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough to pay attention to the story. 
—Linda Hogan

because we cannot see the forest or the trees . . .

monday morning trees






















. . . so who are we that we should care so little about these nurturing trees?

how much more a part of our lives do they need to be?




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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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riding the wave

Land and water are not really separate things,
but they are separate words, & we perceive through words.

—David Rains Wallace, The Untamed Garden and Other Personal Essays


woman's face in wind blown leaves


woman riding the waves on a fish with leaf filled fins






Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.
—Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

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tweet type twig

sweet little birds dancing through the branches—perhaps the hawks are charmed by their songs & colors.

birds amoung the glyphs from their songs






















i am certainly delighted by their presence all around me.

  here are some barn swallows

   a nuthatch

  & some waxwings.

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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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sweet moving melody

singing bird sitting in the bush




stop for a moment—




we are surrounded by the textures of bird songs—


perhaps even beneficial to us——soothing

mother nature network posts a study which proposes that bird songs improve our mood & spark creativity.


singing bird causes the leaves below to become hands that dance to the music

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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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up & down nuthatch











the little nuthatch runs up & down & upside down & up & down one tree trunk then another.

Winter & the Nuthatch

Once or twice & maybe again, who knows,
the timid nuthatch will come to me
if I stand still, with something good to eat in my hand.
The first time he did it
he landed smack on his belly, as though
the legs wouldn’t cooperate. The next time
he was bolder. Then he became absolutely
wild about those walnuts.
But there was a morning I came late &, guess what,
the nuthatch was flying into a stranger’s hand.
To speak plainly, I felt betrayed.
I wanted to say: Mister, that nuthatch & I have a relationship.
It took hours of standing in the snow
before he would drop from the tree & trust my fingers.
But I didn’t say anything.
Nobody owns the sky or the trees.
Nobody owns the hearts of birds.
Still, being human & partial therefore to my own
though not resentful of others fashioning theirs—
I’ll come tomorrow, I believe, quite early.

—Mary Oliver, from Red Bird
   Winter & the Nuthatch    ©Beacon Press, 2008

the provided link is from The Cornell Lab of Ornithology’s All About Birds website.

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owl & pussycat love

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

    Wrapped up in a five pound note.

love bird—pussycat & owl cuddled together detail

The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar,

O lovely Pussy!      O Pussy my love,
      What a beautiful Pussy you are,

the owl & the pussycat snuggled together in tree branches
          You are,
          You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!
          —Edward Lear 

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relating to the soil

Soilin good heart,”
     as farmers used to say,
            is the key to health,
both for ourselves and for the animals & plants on whom we depend.
—Harvey and Ellen Ussery

boy & girl underground are the soil for trees & the landscape for a deerIt has been said that organic matter in the soil consists of “the living, the recently dead, & the very dead.” The “living” portion consists of all the diverse forms of living organisms that make up the soil food web, but also plant roots themselves.

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