violin making, wooden boats, sailing, building things, reading, writing things- what was the middle thing?
Saturday, July 3, 2010
green tree trunks
Even the bush ground litter comes alive with little photo-synthesizers that have waited through the warm months to open their pores to the moisture. Everything is soft, every surface gives a little when touched. Nothing feels hostile.
Thanks Michael, I love my natural environment and am pleased you respond to it too. It's not small boats, but our interests need not be one dimensional...
Today I was staring at light green luscious moss, making its way along a brick wall at the Strathmore Train Station...it seemed outta place and persistent somehow...sneaking in on the gaps and painting colour in the bleakness of the surrounding concrete...
I submitted a comment to your last post, which didn't show up - the cloud banks in those shots look a lot like home, too. There comes a time in the late winter and early spring when we tire of the majesty of those ominous clouds. I guess I really speak of my friends and neighbors... it's hard to get me inside, despite the weather.
This, too looks much like Home. Been craving the high dessert lately.
ReplyDeleteThanks Michael, I love my natural environment and am pleased you respond to it too. It's not small boats, but our interests need not be one dimensional...
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ReplyDeleteToday I was staring at light green luscious moss, making its way along a brick wall at the Strathmore Train Station...it seemed outta place and persistent somehow...sneaking in on the gaps and painting colour in the bleakness of the surrounding concrete...
Anyhow...just wanted to say I loved your pics!
I submitted a comment to your last post, which didn't show up - the cloud banks in those shots look a lot like home, too. There comes a time in the late winter and early spring when we tire of the majesty of those ominous clouds.
ReplyDeleteI guess I really speak of my friends and neighbors... it's hard to get me inside, despite the weather.