Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in…

Why did I do that!?! Why did I look up in that moment, at that place, there was no reason to do so... . “Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is... Continue Reading →

The Butterfly Monologue

. “The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.” ― Rabindranath Tagore . Diary entry day 1: After a long season of arduous work, it is finally time to balance the scales. I have found a most pleasing piece of real estate for my hibernation. This year I chose not to go... Continue Reading →

Kissing the Earth with your Feet

Baring your feet to the touch of the earth, feeling your skin against the skin of the planet. . “Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.” ― Thích Nhất Hạnh . . It's strange how the part of us which bears the weight of our world is so incredibly sensitive. You'd... Continue Reading →

The Parasitic Life

At the moment there's a patch of garden just outside of the house which has become a bumblebee graveyard. I'm not really sure why so many bumblebees are dying, or why they keep choosing to die in that particular spot. It may be due to it being the only patch which gets sunshine... when there... Continue Reading →

The Stained Skin I’m In

Have you ever looked at your skin really closely? Up close and personal, yet without judging it, picking on it or picking at it, without noticing what is wrong with it but paying more attention to what is right with it. Just looked at it and admired it from the perspective of everything which it... Continue Reading →

Malashasta Makitellofaffa… and other nonsense

This human interference is getting annoying... said my cat to me after I had, yet again, foiled its plans, snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. It had a shrew in its maw but it wasn't trying to tame it. It had caught by the rules of the natural jungle... humans don't respect that kind... Continue Reading →

Splashed by Murky Waters

. “Life starts out with everyone clapping when you take a poo and goes downhill from there. ” ― Sloane Crosley, I Was Told There'd Be Cake . Have you ever had one of those days when you wondered if you were a part of some cosmic joke, but you're not sure which side of... Continue Reading →

It’s Better than a Stick in the Eye

“'s better than a stick in the eye...” ― Spider Robinson . . . . "What's better than a stick in the eye?" When I first asked this of Treeowl, he thought that I was setting the verbal scene for a joke and he patiently waited for the punchline to be delivered, and prepared himself... Continue Reading →

A Red Hair Day

Does how you appear on the outside influence who you are on the inside? Do you judge yourself based on your looks? Do others do something similar? . “Patch smiled. “You come by your red hair naturally?” I stared at him. “I don’t have red hair.” “I hate to break it to you, but it’s... Continue Reading →

Seeing Red

  ∇ “From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!” - Dr. Seuss Δ I already held in my mind's eye my vision for this post. I'd taken a shot this morning of a red dragonfly and it's colour inspired my vision. Yesterday I used a shot of a blue dragonfly... Continue Reading →

The Ant and the Butterfly

      Recently I watched a pack (okay, I know that's not the right collective term...) of red ants devour a dead butterfly. They did this so subtly it looked like the butterfly was still alive (it wasn't) and just doing what butterflies do. But this was nature doing what nature does in another... Continue Reading →

Solstice – Between a Door Closing and a Door Opening

This week I have been caught in between several minds about my life - the past, the present and the future. Part of me needs to think things through... another part would rather not think... and... so on. Luckily, at the end of this week I was whisked away to another time and place.  ... Continue Reading →

I waste much time gaping and wondering…

    “I waste much time gaping and wondering. During a walk or in a book or in the middle of an embrace, suddenly I awake to a stark amazement at everything. The bare fact of existence paralyses me- holds my mind in mortmain. To be alive is so incredible that all I do is... Continue Reading →

We never know where we must go…

    Meet my new neighbours... bahbours... they moved in yesterday. I am now living in a sheep sandwich...       Humans often use sheep as a metaphor for... for what exactly?   “The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other... Continue Reading →

In a cloud of smoke

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” ― Hunter S. Thompson   This is one of... Continue Reading →

That is not a Cherry

On the walls of the room which I had as a child… A room which served as my mother’s walk-in closet and store room before I arrived on the scene and which still retained all of her belongings after my birth, me being one of those many belongings which she collected and had to find... Continue Reading →

The Sha-Doe Self

  There are times when we all suffer from agoraphobia of the self. We can feel safe in certain environments, those we know well... and yet we never feel safe enough to drop our guard completely and let all of ourselves come out of the shadow. A part of us is always on the lookout... Continue Reading →

Apparent Defeats may be a Time to Retreat

  I was stalking a stag today, attempting to get close enough, yet maintain a respectful distance, to get a photograph which didn’t test the limits of my zoom lens. The doe wasn’t far behind the stag, but before I could get a shot of her, or them together, a car came barreling down the... Continue Reading →

Missed Understandings

Every day our ego has several a little deaths. Do I mean that as in - petit mort - the French euphemism for orgasm or do I mean it literally? And am I using ‘literally’ correctly or incorrectly? Do I care… someone out there probably thinks I should care and may even feel the need... Continue Reading →

What Happens when a Protected Species Lives in your Garden?

“Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,— For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble.” ― William Shakespeare   This morning I was perusing... Continue Reading →

Stirring up an ants’ nest

    “Entre Ce que je pense, Ce que je veux dire, Ce que je crois dire, Ce que je dis, Ce que vous avez envie d'entendre, Ce que vous croyez entendre, Ce que vous entendez, Ce que vous avez envie de comprendre, Ce que vous croyez comprendre, Ce que vous comprenez... il y a... Continue Reading →

Don’t explain your philosophy. Embody it.

  “Don't explain your philosophy. Embody it.” ― Epictetus Me: Stay still just for one frigging minute! Ladybird: Why? I am a being who moves, why else would I have wings and feet. Me: I want to take a photo of you. Ladybird: And how exactly does this concern me? Me: Because you're my subject.... Continue Reading →

A Frog in my Flip Flop

  Today is one of those days where the sublime is juxtaposed against the ridiculous. I was in the garden hanging out laundry, paying more attention to what my hands were doing than what my feet were up to in the undergrowth of the garden, when lo and behold, something sticky and squishy against the... Continue Reading →

The Spirit of Icarus

  “I’ve never been certain whether the moral of the Icarus story should only be, as is generally accepted, ‘don’t try to fly too high,’ or whether it might also be thought of as ‘forget the wax and feathers, and do a better job on the wings.” ― Stanley Kubrick

“Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?”

      “Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?” "Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens.” ― A.A. Milne   “Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play... Continue Reading →

Nothing to Say

owl by Yair-Leibovich This is an old post recycled because... Some days I really have nothing to say. Incomplete thoughts float around in my head like leaves on a stream.If I could focus on one, then perhaps it would take shape and form into a conversation. All the thoughts seem like they would lead somewhere... Continue Reading →

MindBLOWN: A Single Rake To The Beach, Andres Amador’s ArtScape

This a wonderful blog overflowing with magnificent photographs and more….
This post is superb, the artist is expressing is particular kind of genius… something we are all born with, so when you look at something like this, let it inspire your inner genius too.
I love this artist’s work most of all because he creates and then lets go of his creation, leaving space for more creativity to flow.

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 A Man Takes A Single Rake to The Beach. And When You Zoom Out And See It… Mind BLOWN.
It only takes a couple of hours once the tide is low enough to create the designs.- Andres Amardos 
For Andres, his art is “more about the process and less about the result.”
Watchout Loud and let me know how YOU feel about it.



Andres Knows that this art will be temporary and you will be thinking   why he made such large artscapes for shorter moments…Watch-out loud and you will get the ANSWER.


How he made such large geomatery: making his beach mural explorations, he uses a rope as a guide so that he can make the geometric patterns.
















And Andres  says- “The unanswerable question! Its fun. I get to be at the beach.”



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The Nature of Family

An ivy leaf family... working together to climb and spread and take over man made structures. Doesn't the dried leaf look like it has an Om symbol on it. The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge is Family. I enjoy entering photo challenges, the prize of doing that is in the creativity which it inspires. But... Continue Reading →

Telling the Truth is always a Dare

The title of this post - Telling the Truth is always a Dare - is in answer to: Daily Prompt: Truth or Dare Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy? Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRUTH. The sky went suddenly very dark, the sound of natural electricity cracked... Continue Reading →

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