poetry, prose, and photography
As the sunlight fades
Comforting darkness flows in
With the scent of rain
It’s set to rain overnight and into tomorrow. Many of the Seattleites I know are ready for a bit of cool rain. I know, we’re a weird lot. When everything is green it feels the most like home.
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.
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.
The night’s grace appears
Kindness in the dark’s motion
Streetlights; a beacon
There’s a grace to the night, to the calmness brought, to hidden delights, joys unbounded. To rest delivered, and the salvation of our dreams.
Coffee’s gracefulness
Awakening our brain cells
Enabling life
The elixir of life: coffee! Memories of Seattle cafes in the 90s, a broke young man seeking moments of grace. Warmth in the winter rain, another grace. Warm memories of friends and conversation, of connecting with history’s great minds. Coffee consumed, generations apart, cold winter’s rain ensuring the seat, by the window, wondrous.
Dark morning skies
Coffee shops and newspapers
Tranquil memories
Echoes of my history in this morning’s air, remembering my times in Seattle as a young man.
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.
sunlight climbing down
from the mountains to the west
the bees contented
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.
cool air
I rejoice
summer calmed
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 