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Electric Symphony (Haiku and video)

Posted in haiku, Nature, poem, video, tagged haiku, lightning, storm on July 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Flickering cloudbursts

An Electric Symphony

Listen to the Light

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Duck and Ducklings with Bobber Interlude (haiku and pics)

Posted in Animals, haiku, Nature, poem, tagged haiku, Nature on June 5, 2012| Leave a Comment »

To let go, or not?

Exploring yet within reach

Who is watching us?

See the full gallery on Posterous

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Jupiter and Venus Pic (and Haiku)

Posted in haiku, Nature, poem, tagged astronomy, haiku, jupiter, Nature, poem, poetry, venus on March 14, 2012| Leave a Comment »

She, of churning sea

He, Celestial Master

I, filled with wonder

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From Winter to Spring (24 hours in 12 Seconds)

Posted in life, Nature, tagged life, Nature, spring, Winter on March 6, 2012| 1 Comment »

24hours.mp4 Watch on Posterous

These flowers started popping through the ground and then we got hit with snow. They toughed it out with glorious results.

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Two Turtles, Three Views, One Haiku

Posted in haiku, Nature, poem, tagged haiku, turtles on August 8, 2010| Leave a Comment »

Air and water meet
From suits of armor we gaze
Sharing through our shells

(Came across these in Volo Bog)

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Picking Hops (Pictures and a Reflection)

Posted in Nature, The Seasons, tagged lupulin, picking hops, the season on October 17, 2009| Leave a Comment »

I’ve always been amazed by hops.

First, even though they’re a climbing plant, technically they’re not vines, but bines as they have a squarish, prickly stem.

Second, their claim to fame comes not from some gorgeous blossom, but from an elegant, paper leafed cone, or rather, from what that cone conceals. For when you break open a hop cone, deep within, packed along the center stem are miniscule, golden glowing orbs.

Lupulin.

This is the oil whose fragrance and taste you recognize in hoppy beers, or hop pillows, or aromatherapy mixtures.

While picking, some of it comes out of the cone and give my fingers a ‘cheetos’ look and a wonderful, relaxing yet exhilarating, almost pine-like fragrance.

I’m sure the uninformed observer looks on wrinkling her brow as this man, dressed in fleece and baseball cap stands against Fall’s winds, raises his hand to his face and seemingly smell his fingers!(?)

I inhale deeply and smile with wonder…