“Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.”
- Vladimir Nabokov
...sprouting wiry protrusions, like some crazily rigged cartoon bomb, waiting for the slightest air puff trigger to eject spinning, floating, whirling fragments...
23 May 2015
22 May 2015
'Hard to miss'
'Those are cumulus clouds. Did you know that?'
'I'm sure I should.'
'They're the best ones.'
'Because they look the way clouds are supposed to look, the way you draw them when you're a kid. Which is nice, you know? ...” - Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight
21 May 2015
Too often we want to understand, to confirm exact definitions, to parse meaning from the alternating minutiae and overwhelming in our lives. That's all fine and good, but sometimes we just need to give ourselves permission to simply be, to experience this 'now' for its own merit, even if we must mine deep to find it.
20 May 2015
19 May 2015
These wildweeds have progressively bloomed along my lunchtime walk route for the past couple of weeks. The float and shift of seeming whitecaps in a hovering-shimmer sea of anchored green stems draws the eye, compelling me to (finally!) stop for a photo.