I love the little things in nature, those that seem insignificant to most passersby.
a flash of blue
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the whir of tiny wings…
wafting lotus scent
Blessings and peace, friends
Fleeting Encounter
Tag: Nature
Darkening Sky?
A dystopian feeling seems to be creeping through America’s freedom-loving, hard-working, family-oriented, and self-responsible citizens: They realize all is not right with our country, sort of like…
sadness…
watching a virgin forest
being clearcut
The graffiti is all over the wall everywhere! And I wonder if it can ever be erased now? Can we still refocus our eyes on the shining star? Rekindle our faith and values? I hope so.
border crossing
a crying girl’s hand squeezed
by a tattooed man
spring sunshine…
smile-less faces drift
along the sidewalk
(And Jesus said,) “…do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul; rather, be afraid of the one who can destroy both soul and body…”
Matthew 10:28
Blessings and peace, my friends.
Do Dung Beetles Worry?
Watching a dung beetle scrambling to gather food for his family and clan. In the hot afternoon sun he is tireless in maneuvering and rolling the growing ball toward his nest at the edge of the feed lot.
castle bellowing
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the dung beetle about home
his ordeal ending
His trail winds across the sand and sage brush, around obstacles like rocks and rusty farm implements. But he never loses his way or appears tired, always pushing, pulling without a rest. A survival and work ethic we humans need to recapture!
cattle corral…
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by the crushed dung ball
a black beetle leg
Blue Jays
backyard bird feederAl W Gallia
a bluejay and mockingbird
in close-quarter combat
In today’s world, enough is never enough for the many who always want more! Even animals seem to exhibit the desire to hoard, to keep it all for themselves whether they need it or not. However, if we are blessed with enough by God, we are called to share and provide for those in true need such as children, sick, elderly, and widows. Blessings and peace.
Beautiful Tanka by Rika Inami
I love Rika Inami’s tanka/photo pairings! She is such a wonderful poet and photographer, and I wanted to share her recent post. Blessings and peace, my friends. Click the photo below
2023年3月 短歌 March 2023, Tanka All rights reserved ©Rika Inami 稲美 里佳 ＜ This winter is over. 今冬が終わり＞ 1 春きたり雪のあがたの天開き重き調べの冬越えしかも spring arrives… sky in …
稲美里佳の短歌：Tanka by Rika Inami (67)
Facing the Sun
It is only February and yet it feels like spring here in south Louisiana! The smell of early blooming flowers and greening trees lifts my spirit with hope for a good year ahead. I think about the snow and ice just about a days drive north and wonder: Is climate change real and is this the new normal? Whatever the case, I know we cannot control it and thank God for His many blessings, trusting Him to lead me on. Blessings and peace, my friends.
blooming azaleas…
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birds at the feeder oblivious
to lawnmower noise
Mosquitoes Humming
rain dripsAl W Gallia
from the thatched roof
smell of cooking rice
She lives simply in jungle, subsisting mostly on nature’s sometimes meager bounty. Hers is a never ending hard life with very little time for leisure activities as she must provide for her children and aging parents. She has no electricity or other utility services. Her husband is seldom home.
steaming heat…Al W Gallia
in the bamboo forest
a hacking machete
Today, regardless of weather, she hoists her fifty pound basket onto her back and starts her weekly trek to the local marketplace to sell or trade. Her sandals are worn and loose on her feet. Yet she hums and trudges on, thankful for all God has given her.
wild pig squealing…Al W Gallia
a jet plane’s contrail above
the jungle canopy
And life goes on, as it always has for countless generations around our world.
A Desert Walk
In response to: Your Daily Prompt for March 6: Chafe
The hot dry wind spins the squeaking windmill without rest. The weathered cabin shudders from an unusually hard gust, and a horned lizard in the shade closes its eyes. After drying the sweatband of my hat, I sip from my canteen. It has been a good day.
desert trail…Al W Gallia
the hot sand inside my boots
chafing my tired feet
Still Pond
Away from life’s busyness and noise, I relish my time of solitude in nature. The day’s stress resides as birds return to their nests and evening’s peaceful quiet settles over the little pond. Thank you, Lord, for your blessings.
passing clouds…
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the damselflies like me
need a rest
Is It Spring Yet?
In the cypress swamp the approach of Spring promises renewal of life and spirit, warming air and water, nesting birds, and budding trees and flowers; all creatures wait in anticipation of rejuvenation. The little blue heron stalks along lapping wavelets, watching… for careless minnows or frogs, its feathers ruffled by the southerly breeze. It is s good time to be alive.
a fresh breeze carries
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the smell of bedding fish…
nesting egrets
Searching for Serendipity 