poetry, design & photography
within the darkness
memories of the daylight
as I seek to rest
This is my first experiment with Adobe Spark. I find Canva a bit more intuitive at first blush. I’ll see where that goes. As I have a Creative Suite subscription, Spark makes significant economic sense.
walking in sunlight
renewed life fueled by its grace
moving through my space
Living in the suburbs north of Seattle, I see many flowers. You probably have no trouble discerning that from my posts. As a young man, I fled these burbs. Life’s sense of humor, though, kicked in hard. I know life just about a hundred feet from the house I grew up in.
The passing time brings perspective. Now I feel a deep love for this place. My connections deep: friendships, history, I can look at a spot and talk about decades of change, and stability. These suburbs resist change well, but not perfectly.
These flowers which bored me as a boy and young man, well, they now bring me happiness. Years of growth, of death, of change, yet the bees still buzz, flowers still bloom, and summer becomes autumn.
grey day’s ending
sunlight moves across petals
hummingbirds fighting
movement of my feet
scenes along these quiet streets
suburban whimsy
I came across the cover photo on this evening’s walk. I’ve seen it before, and really get a kick out if it.
It’s really feeling like summer in Seattle. It really hasn’t had the feel until the past few days. Fortunately, it’s not too hot. I’m truly acclimatized to these moderate climes.
These peaceful moments
Walking in my neighborhood
Sunlight upon clouds
daylight dances
petal to petal
hummingbirds sing
petal dynamics
unfolding in the sunlight
grace in thankfulness
blossoms falling
bees move to the next bloom
my feet on concrete
the sun through the trees
lovely warmth upon my skin
while junkos fly past
My evening walks have been a key element of my sanity during these trying times. The weather’s been lovely, so this walk has been truly wonderful.
below the sunset
and the glorious red sky
soon the songbirds sleep
Moving through my neighborhood, a suburb of Seattle, as the sun does as it must. Gravity’s handiwork across this sky. Rain started to fall as I neared home.
