summer’s rain
beautiful scent of earth
renewed
Outside I hear a rumble, then the familiar tapping sound of rainfall. I love the scent of rain falling after a hot day.
A rainy Seattle night
Category: Photography
Summer’s Song
summer’s song
upon the lips of roses
grace of sunlight
Another photo taken on my evening pandemic walks. Getting outside, especially during the summer months feels good.
Abrupt Awareness
Frog song
Bold moonlight
Sudden awareness
Thinking of those moments where one is working dillgently, fully absorbed, then abruptly aware of time’s passage. The last moment outside our mind sunlight dominated. Then, darkness, moonlight, and the frogs chanting their mantras.
Nightly Haiku, August 11
Air in motion
Night sings ancient songs
Trees sway in the dark
Experimenting with Adobe Spark. Really enjoying the app.
A Few Wordart Haiku
An exploration with wordart from my leftover materials from my primary election guide.
Haiku, August 7, 2020
within the darkness
memories of the daylight
as I seek to rest
This is my first experiment with Adobe Spark. I find Canva a bit more intuitive at first blush. I’ll see where that goes. As I have a Creative Suite subscription, Spark makes significant economic sense.
An evening haiku, August 4, 2020
sunlight climbing down
from the mountains to the west
the bees contented
Haiku, August 2, 2020
another day past
feeling the grace of sunlight
soon, petals will fall
- I love the flowers i see on my walks. This one out from yesterday. Today I didn’t get out. My right foot ended up with some brutal blisters. Make sure your shoes fit right, and aren’t too worn. They’ll thank you for it.
Flowers On My Walk
walking in sunlight
renewed life fueled by its grace
moving through my space
Living in the suburbs north of Seattle, I see many flowers. You probably have no trouble discerning that from my posts. As a young man, I fled these burbs. Life’s sense of humor, though, kicked in hard. I know life just about a hundred feet from the house I grew up in.
The passing time brings perspective. Now I feel a deep love for this place. My connections deep: friendships, history, I can look at a spot and talk about decades of change, and stability. These suburbs resist change well, but not perfectly.
These flowers which bored me as a boy and young man, well, they now bring me happiness. Years of growth, of death, of change, yet the bees still buzz, flowers still bloom, and summer becomes autumn.
Saturday Morning, August 1
cool air
I rejoice
summer calmed
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 