I took this in 2014. Even the photograph makes me long to fly, flocks flying and calling always do. My heart tries to leap towards them, longing.
A migrating flock is a door into longing for me.
flight
Category Archives: travel
waiting
A barn door for Thursday doors. I took this in 2014 in Michigan, visiting friends. The horses are waiting….
diy
The other thing that I think of with Sam is tools and do it yourself. He told me once that when he went to college, he wanted to learn everything. He had tons of both practical and esoteric knowledge. I took these pictures at Lake Matinenda… so for those of you who don’t know, what is this? Can you guess?
That summer I helped wire an outlet attached to this and helped float the raft in the correct position, which fine tuned my motor boat driving skills. I had to hold the boat in position in wind and waves, while Sam yelled over his shoulder at me and connected lines and wires and an anchor.
flown
When we left about 45 minutes later, the song sparrow was not on the sidewalk any more. It was in this tree. I didn’t see it at first, I heard it. It was still acting a little stunned, because it was trying to sing and was only managing the first three notes of it’s song. Hopefully it will fully heal!
Great Falls 2
Great Falls
What does this have to do with the Daily Prompt: grit? And with Great Falls, for that matter.
I took this at Great Falls, Virginia, on a hike. And even something as delicate as a butterfly wants to survive in our world.
I will be calling Congress again today, do not pass a bill to take away more health care form US citizens. Wake up, US citizens, our health care system is currently built on greed and profit. Let’s join the rest of humanity with medicare for all, single payer, instead of continuing to enrich insurance companies and healthcare corporations….
transplant
A friend bought a house in Portland, Oregon. Last spring he was redoing the yard: all edibles.
“Wait,” I say, “what about the roses? Didn’t you say there are roses?”
“Yes,” he says, “Digging them up. Do you want them?”
“Yes!” I say.
I visit in Portland and drive back with three roses, roots but not much dirt, in a plastic bag. I think two are red. I plant all three in my front yard, with the deer fence. As high is is legal.
And here is the first bloom: an immigrant to Washington, a transplant, another color, a surprise! Lovely!
