Black and White and Ozark

 

From October/November, 2017.

 

Pinking

i am driving home, back to work,
back to the kitchen, our new cafe, 
on this late october early evening
with the day and the days getting 
darker by degrees and i see a 
tall white van backed up the drive
of a small house.  its back doors
are open and on its side is painted
a large blue cross with the name
Provider Plus in white letters cut out 
of the cross and of course i wonder
if someone has come home to die.

a brace of mallards cuts across my 
route as i cross the river and they 
follow it.  i must stop at the grocery 
for fruit as the commercial supplier's
have been so atrocious lately.  the
parking lot is packed on this early
friday evening and i see the pinking
autumn sky reflected in the windows 
of all the cars and trucks.  it will
be dark by the time i get home.

Crows

…for the Bard
…and mimsy…

tumbling, twisting

black leaves fall
from the day

care-free murders
call and cavort

pieces of night  
returning to roost

Phriday Phaiga 3/1/13

 

Have a Pherrous Phriday!

Phriday Phaiga 12/7/12 (more origins…)

Busy, busy, busy…gotta….sneak….this…one…in…

Have a great Phriday….

Phriday Phaiga 11/30/12

…on becoming a Pen
in the Sun’s hand…

Liana’s recent post, this is what you should do…

put me in mind of the origin of this whole phaiga thing for me.   I love what this quote from Rumi says about the human body, the human being bridging the gap between earth and sky, becoming a conduit…

It was the busy autumn of 2009 and if I was going to capture any of the colors in that one “sweet-week” of October, it had to be from the dashboard of my car on a quiet city street…
I had no time….

The words came as I later viewed these images.

I had no idea what I would find.
The sky and I were in cahoots,
my eyes were blind

More to come….