It’d been a while since last I wandered deep among the thistle wilds of Brightwood Park, Sadly taking note of Winter’s toll (strewn trees lay heavy-felled upon the floor), But knowing all was well, for snags are homes to birds and beasts who nest… Continue Reading “Proof of Life”
T’was nights before Christmas…(which scarf shall I wear)? Snow scenes sprinkled broadly or red-green silk threads Perplexed, which to choose, perhaps I’d defer to simple Noel pin with garnets, instead. My choices strewn carelessly on my made bed, I turned for a moment to… Continue Reading “An Unexpected Gift”
How does one get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, Practice, Practice! The Masterwork Chorus will be joining forces once again with The Worcester Chorus, under the direction of Maestro Chris Shepard, to perform the dramatic Verdi Requiem on Sunday, October 2, at 2:00 pm. After… Continue Reading “Return to Carnegie Hall”
Aloha! Another awesome evening sky, as seen from our lanai at the Polynesian Village Resort. They are having a heat wave up north, while we’ve escaped to our own heat wave paradise – here. A storm may be brewing, but I’m completely immersed in… Continue Reading “Heat Wave”
Focus and finesse, On guard, yet calmly resting, perched precarious at blue water’s edge, yet peaceful, watching, waiting on lagoon-side ledge, for signs of prey. Today, fulfilling nature’s way, the fiery sun and golden breach of day call to her to stay, to play,… Continue Reading “Balance of Nature”
Come, take my hand and walk with me, hushed within the winding paths and vines, spell-binding. Come take my hand. Come walk with me; escape to days when ways were gentler, softer, loftier than they seem today. Come, walk with me. Come reminisce, step… Continue Reading “Across the Bridge”
Across the glistened, grassy glens of verdant, fertile vales and dales, she drapes her flimsy fronds. I’ll meet this day in my own way; not seized but gently swayed. Allayed, I view, through lens of misty grey, Nature’s stirring from the ebon night. Inevitably,… Continue Reading “Sheffield Fog”
“…Remarkably, it’s oft the shadows that I first do see…” a few words and thoughts inspired by Photo Friday #shadows.
Hibernation…Hope…a solitary bloom…
Together here, we (surely) can survive and thrive and strive to bloom anew.
I republish this post, in consideration of the horrible actions and events of January 5th and retrospectively, in reconsideration of the sense of awe and respect I felt while standing beneath the dome. I couldn’t imagine that day, that one day there would be… Continue Reading “America … reconsidered”
White, well mostly, bright, as night recedes to dawn’s entreaties, Resting, softly lain upon the tide-moist shore. Grains of sudsy sand, rushing, gushing in with shifting tides, flinging, clinging grains between my toes. Leaning closer still, beneath the feather, delicate and clean, I spy… Continue Reading “Fallen Feather”
Today, I was reminded of our 2017 trip to Indianapolis to cheer on our Seton Hall Pirates as they challenged the Butler Bulldogs at Hinkle Fieldhouse. As we geared up for the big game, which our Pirates won in an exciting last second play,… Continue Reading “Auto-gravure”