Thursday, March 27, 2014

redbird and a little blog break



I've been remiss in visiting and replying, and all things blog, lately. Lots going on, some of it bad, much of it, good. But it makes for a distracted mind and a bad blogger. I'm still taking photos, and taking a minute here and there to post on Instagram, so if you want to meet up there, the link is on my side bar.

I'm sure I'll be back here soon, because I'll miss you. Take care of your dear selves, in the meantime, okay?


Sunday, March 16, 2014

anhinga and alice

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.


“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!” 

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought. 



And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!


One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.


“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.


’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

(Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll)

The Anhinga reluctantly agreed to pose for this bit of nonsense. He normally shuns
all paparazzi, but couldn't resist the opportunity to play the "Jubjub bird." He wouldn't
want me to tell you this, but sometimes when he's all alone he is fond of swinging his
rapier beak about and quoting to himself,

"One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back."



Monday, March 10, 2014

earthen.



 

few words.
color,
light,
shadow.
water, earth, sky.
heart of clay,
heart of stone.
which will it be?
the glaze makes beauty 
the glaze hides pain.
the words say nothing
the words say everything.
color,
light,
shadow.
water, earth, sky.
heart of
...



Thursday, March 6, 2014

march ramblings



The Indian Hawthorne bush is in bloom. It produces only a few flowers, but aren't they worth it?


Slash pine flowers, deconstructed. 
(I left these out in the rain, and the next day they lay in a pool of golden pollen.) 
No wonder I can't breathe…


This is Florida for you. The last leaves are falling even as the oaks burst forth with spring.
(Did I mention I can't breathe?)