I think the trees are firework taxidermy.
A steady reminder of celebration and light.
How quiet. I’m a collaps-
ing house. Come collect me.
— Dalton Day, from “Stepping Out of Sorrow,” published in Souvenir: a Journal. Fall 2015
Notes:
- Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 4:43 a.m. 68° F. June 17, 2022. Other pictures from this morning’s walk here.
- Poem via The Vale of Soul-Making)
Such beauty…
aren’t they though…
Wow, the other photos from this morn, too, DK! The blues, sepia, lavender, salmon, slate — makes one wish one’s room was all these colors. So pretty and peaceful. Those trees above might have names, they’re such a presence!
So agree! Thank you!
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Friday … come collect me!! — Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 4:43 a.m. 68° F. June 17, 2022. Other pictures from this morning’s walk here.
Quiet majesty….
that it is Lori….
Really! We are all blessed with the endless beauty of the skies, the waters, trees, and the light.
So true Valerie. Every breath a blessing…..
I might just leave you there to enjoy it a while longer….
Hmmmmmmm
Another beautiful day.
Calm reflection as the day unfolds.… feels wonderful. Thank you Dave.
Thank you Val