rural ontario

Some stand straight and some tilt,

hand hewn in earlier days.

Some people aim to pull them down

and I photograph them

before they are gone.

monarch

flowers

september

cross across veins

new life

The wind is decidedly colder and the leaves have started to rustle. The garden plants are looking tired, as if all their remaining energy is being used up to prepare for the next generation. Seeds are dropping onto the soil, popping out of their capsules. Burrs are stuck to the dogs' fur and to our pantlegs. Sometimes beautifully engineered parachutes float by with a tiny seed at their core. A massive attempt to recreate in the face of decay. Autumn is just around the corner and time is drawing short.

And so it shall be, "until He comes".

why I like Sunflowers

The cardinal was feeding at the sunflowers in the wildflower garden gone wild but was much too shy to be photographed. The less colorful, but more sociable chickadee was happy to oblige me.

He who paints the sky..

For a few minutes tonight the sky was filled with splendid brush strokes of colour

and the moon hung bright in its southern orbit.

Childlike, I wonder, "Are you up there somewhere mom?"

I dream about her at night, being "whole" and healthy

and I wonder, in my dreams, if her illness from 4 years ago was all a bad dream,

but wake up to the truth-

The Truth beyond any dreams.