silk

making wishers

dive in

springtime spotlight

photo a day...ant trumpeteers

photo a day...rehomed and puffies

what kind of holly has blooms when it is so tiny, i wondered...

 the kind that grabs castoffs from the crepe myrtle towering above. i knew you would soon be plucked as a weed by the landscape crew so i dug you up and took you home.

rehomed.

 mountains of clouds...mom's kind of day

photo a day...sun shower

photo a day...snuggle in

photo a day...wanna little kiss?

this little bloom was so darn cute i wanted to give it a little kiss

photo a day...shine down on me

photo a day...mom's favorite

photo a day...new kid

haven't seen you around before...you new to the neighborhood?

photo a day...easter morn

photo a day...once great

 once you stood

so grand and strong

violently, horribly used

you asked 

make me small

now you stand

so delicate

beautiful

photo a day...drawn, by the moon

 

I do it wrong
so wrong, so I do
it so wrong some more
draw with
a celestial etchosketch
shake, click, clear
the screen, start again

remember that time
in ocracoke, long after the
sun and last ferry were gone
off season, on the shore
darkness romanced itself
and we were left to see the stars

dark leveled
trees and seagrass
dunes, but the
constant melt of the waves
washed invisible sand

full, fat moon
sidles up and over me
stirring my brain
my eyelids like
cheap, white roll up shades
a bandaid stuck on a summer sun
mom telling me to nap
pretending a dark
that even my closed eyes
can clearly see
isn't there

drawn
drawn, by the moon

         

  

photo a day...canopy days

once again the leaves stretch out over the road

photo a day...as if in a dream

she laid down

by the sprouts

that only months ago

she dreamed of

 

photo a day...welcome back, babies

 

welcome back, babies

photo a day...art walk

           gray saturday morning 

                                  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       a few friends

 finding art

chalking up the sidewalks

photo a day...intoxicated

is there a group
maybe somewhere
i should go

an outdoor rehab

admitting i have
a problem is
half the battle, right

i am out of control
and i like it

i will stop the car
to drink you in

risk hyperventilation
to get my fill

i wait for you
for months

but you are always
as sweet as
my imagination