Walk on by

Seen but unseen. Beauty unacknowledged. Only passing, spots of color, hints of scent, spring has sprung unwitnessed. Life has emerged from under winter's pall, but not all life appreciated.

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Falling off this Pedestal

Have you ever contemplated whether you are "the one that got away" in some beautiful human's dreams? Did your smile bring them light, was your voice, your laughter, the only music they would ever need to hear? Were you once their sun and stars, or did they only know you could have been, if only...?…

Fare Well

What is Death? An enigma; one that each individual envisions in their own way. I myself have never had a full certainty of what is to come (perhaps that is why, though I remember my mother telling me, when, as a child, I would lay in bed terrified of death, that I would stop being…

Pea soup

  This is life?  All marching on in a fog so thick none can even see who they tread upon.  They do.  Someone is that stepping stone, trodden down and worn beyond recognition.  Carefully re-carved daily in an attempt to disguise the divots and chips from passing shoes, polished to an unhealthy sheen to mimic…

Wayfarer

Small, tattered, aged, nothing much to look at, still he cocks his head at you and waits as if inviting you to follow. Asking you if you are prepared; have you water? Food? Never accept those from denizens along the way. Do not forget to mark your way back lest you wander always in this…

How Long is a Lifetime

Monogamy, when animals do it we call it "mating for life," it is simple and true.  When humans do it we call it "marriage" and go through pomp and circumstance in the presence of witnesses.  Family and friends join in the joy of publicly declaring the choice we have made.  Other people by whom we…

All Dressed Up

We are going on a journey. Each of us leaving on our own to go out in the world and see whose pocket we nestle into. Let us bring a spot of joy and hope into a stranger's existence. Pondering the story I told recently of the coins given to me by a young girl,…

Resuscitation

Waking up, not from sleep, but stumbling bleary-eyed from the Velcro clutch of torpor; the dark and padded room where fascination cannot reach, where wonder dare not cross the threshold, where life itself seems merely a shadow of a thing vaguely remembered from a past to which there is no return that is fading, fading,…

Scents of smell

Photographs. Images captured, memories immortalized for the aeons. I find often the wish in my mind, as I experience life, that I should have the ability to photograph, preserve, and share scents as I perceive them . I wish to transport you to my olfactory world that you might appreciate Autumn from the perspective of…