On most mornings I walk to the local lagoon to see wildlife and the fog. Yesterday, with Ivan on leash, egrets sailed overhead while I stood on lagoon’s edge. Clicked the camera while the Moody Blues’ “Nights in White Satin” blared away from a camper van in the parking lot, about thirty feet away. TheContinue reading “The Local Lagoon”
Didn’t know what it was like to be old until I was. Aging isn’t in the mirror. I am who I am at this moment, not last year, or last century. If there’s a tomorrow, I’ll get that After too many decades trying to be what I imagined I should be. The trick was understandingContinue reading “Aging isn’t in the mirror”
I “crafted” Mr. Noogie out of clay 30+ years ago as a tribute to my inability to draw and to celebrate the joy of having children. A “noogie” is a playful sign of affection: putting someone in a headlock and gently rubbing the top of their head with your knuckles. I thought it was aContinue reading “Mr. Noogie Sings Pagliacci”
The headlines, if you read them, are certain to put your mind in the reeds, surrounded like a small bird by the spread of Covid-19 after Thanksgiving and Trump’s lying rants. For the capper, yesterday I read a lengthy article in the NYT about a highly praised “expert” on the science of happiness who jumpedContinue reading “Monday in the Reeds”
For most of the year cosmos flowers attracted bees and butterflies, but those days are gone with chilling nights, a low November sun and strong winds blowing more frequently off the Pacific Ocean. The cosmos stems get long and leggy in the search for sunlight. Winter will be soon. Life goes on with the electionContinue reading “Cosmos in the Wind”
A leaf flutters from a tall tree, Free for ten blinks of an eye. He doesn’t see it rest gently At his feet, Having lost interest To the consumption of time He’ll never get back In a forest he never Wanted to be in. Such is the fool’s way.
In the animal world instinct usually dictates the transition of power. In the photos one scrub jay has a seed, puts it in the mouth of a counterpart, then withdraws it. Seems unfair, or at least mean. (I think the power jay here is teaching the other about eating.)But take our presidential election where theContinue reading “The Transition of Power”
Forget the pandemic and the crazy never ending election, life goes on, including hosing down the infield before a late afternoon baseball game yesterday in Sacramento.