It’s always time
For forward motion
To step away from my past
Into my future
As the present fades
Into dust
poetry, prose, and photography
It’s always time
For forward motion
To step away from my past
Into my future
As the present fades
Into dust
A fly in my cup
Bereft of life and motion
Tea in a new cup
Quite a clever haiku. The fact that the crafter is 8 fills me with joy.

This summer’s fires
I’ve grown weary of the bad air
Longing for autumn
It’s been a challenging summer for us Seattleites. Especially though with any kind of respiratory issues. Really looking forward to the relief autumn is promising.

As one stares upwards
Admiring ornate art
Expressions in stone
Another image found on Bing (it’s from this website. Really interesting work).
I’ve long admire such stonework. The craftsmanship is exquisite, but I’m even more impressed by the mind the conceived it.
In the smoke
I see beauty within
Destruction
The Seattle area has been suffering with unhealthy accounts of smoke. First from California, then from British Columbia.
At dawn and dusk the sun has been this bold orange/red. Stunningly beautiful, juxtaposed against the monumental destruction weight by those fires.
There’s so much despair
We can fail to see beauty
The colors of dawn
This day moved by fast
Sunrise becoming sunset
Orange horizon