Sunday, January 13, 2013

KITE IN FLIGHT

Sunday, January 6, 2013.  What random act of man and nature created this scene of  a bird of prey against a winter sky, flying high over the mountains?  Walking, walking, walking, I turn my head to the earth, not skyward, and I pass this image by, but I returned to it.  What a perfect reflection of what I did see that day, as red-tailed hawks soared over the park on a hunt or maybe just a territory review.  Would some Department of Transportation road painter be pleased that this was the result of her work?  This pebbly bubble of white, rough-edged for the mountains and textured snowy white for the sky, might not be what she had in mind.

Monday, January 7, 2013






Sunday, December 22, 2012.  I was getting ready to leave on a holiday trip.  Glass, twinkling in the early morning light, caught the sunlight and sparkled in the early cold.  I love the tiny shapes that shattered auto windows make, the green blue of the pieces strewn on the ground.  I would like a box of them that I could take out to look at whenever I wanted to.