silence

'When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.' #AnselAdams

waves

without brush

a storm paints itself

into waves

*Friends . . all is well but I'm taking a breather from social media. Peace ✌️ 

somehow

crooning words

i somehow know 

broken wing

quiet

the quiet

of making soup

winter rain

sunrise

sunrise . . my window explodes with ladybugs

play

a day

climbing mountains

the wind

plays me its way

all the way home

all

winter day

it all depends

on the sun

soft

a hill of turkeys

overtaken by fog

the soft sounds 

wind-shapes

walking home

capturing wind-shapes

with my torch

chips

all the chips

in sunday morning

w

o

o

d

p

e

c

k

e

r

hawk

a hawk rides

the evening air

and i follow

bother

sunrise 

i bother a ladybug

for a cup of tea

tendency

the tendency to 

imagine butterflies

endless fog

downhill

coming downhill

bare branches loosen

the sound of rain

reading

carefully reading

what night has written

snowy morning

wave

folding

back

upon

itself

a

wave

of

finches

stirring

stirring shadows

into vegetable soup

winter twilight

oval

all my words are oval-shaped morning of ice

wherever

the wherever

of sunflower sprouts

winter sun

thanks

giving thanks

to whispers of green

winter blues

doves

dark winter day

learning from doves

when dusk comes

bound

every hollow

of a one crow day

fog bound 

glow

louder than

the white sound of fog

a lamp's glow

begin

how trees wait

to begin again

snow flurries