"temp.est"

Go San Francisco Giants.

"hos.tas"

Taken in late fall as hosta leaves weakened and yellowed. Hostas are among my favorite shade plants - I have about fifteen varieties. Small version for publishing here.

Obviously manipulated.

"attachment.less.more.daily"

"Who Knows Where The Time Goes?"

I crave this song, with its sad lament, gentle melody and its use of avian imagery of migrations. I have lived for the sweet surprises of migrations - spring and fall. Among the most played songs on my iPod when in a certain mood. Never grown a bit tired of it. Sandy Denny, thank you.

"I have no fear of time."

Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time

For who knows how my love grows?

Original image, coconut fronds at a Dade County Park beach:

"leaves.stays"

Another Florida Keys image - quite peaceful again. Bananas and rum. Salt air and the minute by minute threat of a sun burn.

Once I met a man birding in the Keys. We were looking at hawks on a beautiful fall morning - I was on vacation- and he talked about living in a marina on his sailboat in Marathon and how one day the outboard engine on his boat broke down. Then he stated, "So I had to get a job for a while, and you know how that is."

Yes, I do, even if I do not have an outboard on the fritz.

"thanks.leaving"

"may.be"

"in.style.someday"

"margarita's.river"


"new.hampshire.(a.draft)"