Through the Trees

Loudonville, Ohio. Where my brother and sis-in-law live among trees.


This is Tito. He likes looking at trees.




We took him on a ride in the country this weekend.





My brother took us waaaay back into rolling hills. He loves this tree.




Robin said, "Look up!" We did. Very different clouds.






"Draw!" said cowboy Keith.






Go ahead, click on the pix. I am arteeste ;0)

This one is for my brother. He looks at trees, rocks and people the way I do.



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Spring House Cleaning

This is what I've been doing rather than facing the garage and basement. I'll bet you'd have cabin fever, too, if you lived as far north as some of your fellow bloggers. It's good to be out-of-doors.


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Sure signs . . .

(To those not versed in 'swan ways' . . . that's a love bite. Not to worry.)











Light and Pollen. Spring.

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White. Bright Heart

Absolution

I was alone,
my small dark soul,
its wings hunched
beneath shame's weight.
The little light in the quiet
where I whispered sins
to the tired priest,
still rests inside that child’s heart.
Sweet sad light.

Today, I walked beside a lake
and startled when I saw the swans
released before the sun’s warm arms
have lifted leaves and grasses.

March is cold, but full of light;
a light that fills the outstretched wings
of a freed and joyous heart.
Oh white! White! White!
Oh white, bright heart!


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Spring Gratitude

The sap is headed sun-ward. At night - winter tries to pull it back.


I watched this fellow pruning sapsicles.





At first glance I thought he was gnawing on a bone, but naaah.



Is he cryn' ?


Yeah. Pretty sure that's a tear of gratitude.



Is that a happy tear on the robin's cheek, too. Alleluia. Spring at last.


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Ohio . . . . . Arizona . . . . Ohio . . . . Arizona Hmmm

If you asked these two winter-weary comrades - I'll bet they'd choose Arizona.









OK, wiseacres - you can come up with your own caption, but Chilhuly calls this 'Saffron Tower',



This pix is a metaphor for my winter-scrambled brain.



Another planet far far away. Sunlight, birds, faces that smile. Oh,sure, but find a decent mud puddle! Nah-ni-nah-ni-nah-na. We Ohioans have mud and you AZonians dohon't . . . ;0)


(Disclosure:0) We did get to enjoy a week of this very special place.
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Goodbye to All That

Pelicans

"Oh, a wondrous bird is the pelican!
His bill holds more than his belican.
He can take in his beak
Enough food for a week.
But I'm darned if I know how the helican."

Dixon Lanier Merritt
(1879-1972)


Addendum :0)

You've said such nice things. I've gotta tell you these pixes were dumb luck.
These pelicans were feeding right beneath the fish pier on Sanibel.
The light was perfect. It only happened once in the 3 weeks we've been here. Luck.
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