Susan’s senryu presents a dark, ominous moment that gives the reader latitude on with the event. Perhaps a man and women on a moonlit walk or a robbery in progress? Or maybe, during a blood moon, answering Jesus’ persistent call to follow him.
Sitting here in our RV in eastern Oregon, heading home to Louisiana, dust motes are very real as the hot morning sun rises and we discuss today’s adventure. Love this, Susan.
Thank you, Charlotte, for posting my haiku. I am honored.
veranda nap . . .
sea oats swaying to
the surf’s rhythm
I am honored to be featured in Charlotte Digregorio’s writers blog today! Thank you, Charlotte.
a coyote’s yipping
echoes in the canyon…
sage fills the night air
Watching an old TCM movie this morning, there was a reference to the 1920’s ‘Sennett Bathing Beauties’. Curious, I search the internet to find out more and discover several old photos of this group of ladies. The pictures show several attractive, young women enjoying their prime of life in the very latest styles of swimwear from a century ago. Scratching my grey beard, this interesting observation floated into my mind… that girls of that time obviously knew they were good-looking and didn’t feel the need to ‘show it all’ to every Tom, Dick and Harry, as many feel they must today. Turning the TV to an old John Wayne western, I clear my thoughts…
late morning sun©Al Gallia 2019
warms the white sand…
a dropped beach ball
Photo by Mack Sennett Comedies
One of my greatest joys is wandering along trails in Louisiana’s swamps and woodlands, always with my camera and hiking stick in hand. Meandering and communing with God amidst nature’s solitude and beauty almost always brings my soul the peace, quiet and happiness it seeks. It is winter now and, after several frosts, the deciduous trees and shrubs have shed most of their leaves. A fresh north wind carries the scent of a campfire as it swirls the dry leaves. A single leaf struggles to hold fast to a cypress branch…
a dead leaf
hanging from the bare cypress…
gusting windAl Gallia
endless wheat fields cover
a vanished prairie
Traveling from Louisiana to Oregon last summer with my wife, Bobbie, we wound through the rolling hills and mountains of Utah. Once the home of buffalo, prairie grass and wild flowers, this land is now home to mega farms and ranches including thousands of giant wind turbines. Yet these awesome open spaces and distant landscapes remain so awesome and beautiful, even intimidating. Driving down that remote highway, visions of native Americans, pioneers, and wagon trains filled my thoughts…events from only two of my lifespans ago!
Photo by Bobbie Gallia
After lengthy and considered mulling over how to reactivate my personal blog, I have finally decided on moving from my old self-hosted blog to this WordPress hosted blog, primarily for simplicity’s sake. As many of my followers know, I now have two loves: nature photography and haiku poetry, so please bear with me as I make some mental and site modifications. This is where I’ll be from now on. Peace!