Laci out for a springtime stroll.
All in Photographs
During this time and for several long years, she endured bullying of which I did not take notice. I didn't notice her withdrawal nor her painful feelings. I didn't notice the beating drums, the growling cellos, nor the screeching violins' crescendo until it was the only thing I could hear. It was our wake-up call
I just finished meditating, walked into the kitchen to make some coffee and saw two eagles fighting on my drive way. Two bald eagles locked in battle refusing to let go until I came out with a camera. Sorry for the shaky video. I was trying to watch it and take photos at the same time.
Rainbows often inch across the room, shining from the crystal hanging in the window. Today, a bright one moved across my chessboard. I moved quickly to set up the pieces before the clouds and trees extinguished the vibrant rainbow. It was my move and I was on the clock.
The excitement reverberates throughout the entire crowd in steady waves of bright color synced to the rhythmic groaning and grinding of float wheels.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, while still surrounded by office buildings and mountains, are shrines that stop the world and let you off for a while.
After the rain this morning, this was hanging above me on the porch swing. Each drop is connected to the rest and they all reflect the same thing.
We were still wide awake at four in the morning. We pulled back the room curtains and saw a fish market already awake, too. We got dressed and crossed the river on foot to see what they’d caught.
We were leaving Bath, Maine towards our new homeport in my birthplace, San Diego, CA. I was moving back after 25 years away.
