Tag: Nature

Northern California Beach

On By WTGIn Poetry6 Comments 
The wind is still where she sits
in a chair tucked where the dunes rise 
and the beach lies before her

Fog and sun have reached 
a fragile truce at water’s edge
sharing the sky
neither the clear victor

The beach is empty 
save for two people flying a kite 
the waves’ size and sound 
suggest more wind 
than the kite can find
it threatens 
at any moment
to fall from the sky

Fog seizes the beach 
truce with the sun broken
had she arrived just now 
she would have thought herself
Alone

Photo source: Walk the Goats

Red Chair in the Snow

On By WTGIn Randomness1 Comment

I love this chair. Lots of friends shared their memories of similar chairs when they were growing up. I told dad I thought the red chair would look great against snow. When enough fresh powder lightly blanketed it, he obliged and took pictures for me.  It’s beautiful in any season. May it remind you of a peaceful place, time, moment.

 

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Holiday colors….

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A light dusting of snow…

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Come…sit….

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Snowflakes glisten…

 

Photos: Walk the Goats’ Dad

 

Bits of Nature

On By WTGIn Randomness8 Comments

These are bird photos my dad took last fall, when I was on the east coast helping navigate my mom’s last few weeks of life. I went back again this month, to celebrate dad’s 95th birthday and help with taxes. He was happy I was there for the taxes. I was happy I was there for his birthday. We both found our way to happy.

This trip was a lot colder. Snow. Ice. Few people. I forgot how beautiful winter can be, and how powerful nature is, with the cold and wind, especially when you’re in a rural place. My fingers only lasted a few minutes outside of my gloves, trying to take pictures.  I’m a wuss; I kept wondering how quickly frostbite can happen. My fingers got that painful numb feeling, but no frostbite. I was breathing into my gloves to warm them up.

I walked on the frozen lake; I stayed close to shore but felt brave, until I heard the ice crack. I know my face revealed my sudden panic. The ice cracks a lot; it sings and moans and sounds alive.  But it was solid.

First time I’ve made a snowman in decades. I felt like a kid; lost track of time; felt giddy. When I walked back to the house after being gone for 45 minutes, I found dad outside, peering down the road, wondering where I was, given I’d told him I was going out for a short walk.  Some things don’t change just because we grow up.

 

Photos: Dad and Walk the Goats