
There are places where one can find respite for the mind. It's mostly a matter of seeing the laws that bump against the familiar.
Wandering with a rare space in the mind, where tasks are not pressing in…for several moments...
A platform is built for the imagination, containing the treasures of personal history...

And then, back out doors, the day gives up another furtive image...


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Love that first tree one so much.
Thank you.
R
Enlightened hearts enjoys the feast
Shadows call from within
Nature's sturdy structure sways hello
We answer smiling softly
~R~
How much escapes us, our senses, our awareness, our joy and wonder?
Thanks for finding some of it.
Rated
The tree is a very good friend to all of us in Bloomington, and we may lose it to the Ash Bore Beetle. It is heartbreaking, but the city has no choice but to cut down all its Ash trees. The day they cut into this one will be a dark day…..indeed…
To be a true artist, or true to one’s art..I just don’t know anymore Roger. I appreciate your comment very much, and the sentiment is so gratifying. I just do not know from one day to the next where genuineness lies in the creative world. All seems so much like “artifice” and less like “art.”
ONL, you are kind!...Anytime Buffy. I hope you are feeling better and better with each day…Oh Robin….thanks so much…and Jimmy is right about slowing the f#*#$%k down. We have missed so much already, and the weekend just started…Roger, maybe it was just the rareness of the occasion, or the mystery of the angle of the light. My neighbor alerted me to it…Light makes us interested Michael..We are phototropic in the first order. At homePilgrim, I am happy you liked the first one. Lea, I would gladly share my gift with all of you..If you are all willing to be mere scribblers..C.K., if it did that, then it’s working and worth it!!!
Love back to you Chuck!
Ben, me too, economy after the long stories give us more space for the imagination, just like the minimal architecture of the mid to late 20th century…Patricia, I am very happy you have seen this post that way…thank you Mare….believe me, if given the chance, I can bore a rock to death…
Rita, I am glad you see this…designanator, they play as well, especially in the morning and late afternoon.
Steve, thank you so much for the fine words, and I hope I can come close to that…
Silk, You have been very kind about my short blogs and images. I appreciate your comments and your fine work/reviews as well!
Dynomite….I do….except when it is in my eyes when I am sleepy…
Roy, I have a great appreciation for you comments and the style of your reactions. Thanks again for your kind support of the efforts here.
Rick, It does escape us all too often and forgive me for being absent so much.
Best wishes, G
Kellylark, you are welcome my friend!
Owl, I hope to wipe away some of the sand…….
Sweet, I will pick one for you…..let’s see,…Hummm. Uh, I just can’t choose….sorry..
Michigan holds a good part of my soul. My brother passed away there, in Pestoskey
Michigan enthralls the nation with it’s beauty, and it’s stewardship of the two greatest lakes….
Thank you Steve. You are the funniest guy I know….maybe dead even with Bob Eckstein.
Hello Julie, Now you take some Bear repellant w you!
Sally, now that’s a very rewarding feeling to know the posts make you feel better…
Art seems to do that for some of us. It heals the soul…truly….
Yekdeli, yes, it has been beautiful, a welcome relief from the continual rain of October.
Hello Anthony, I am happy to see a new poet arrive here! Best wishes!