Thursday, July 29, 2004
Jacksonville Skyline
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Blowing in the wind
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Sky at Sunset today
Monday, July 19, 2004
Autumn in the old tree
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Love that Monkey
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Angel
Guardian Angel from heaven so bright,
Watching beside me to lead me aright,
Fold thy wings round me, and guard me with love,
Softly sing songs to me of heaven above. Amen.
Monday, July 12, 2004
Butter
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Peaceful River
Saturday, July 10, 2004
Imagination
Today I took this going down the river, the water was so crystal clear. Cool crystal clear spring wter, eel grass, little and not so little fish swim beneath you as you see them clearly. Tiny minnows gently nipping you as you let your feet dangle into the water. A family of red-eared sliders (turtles) sunning themself on a moss draped cypress log. Distant sound of nature, peaceful as it was in the beginning. My thoughts fade back to my teenage years going down this same river and what it meant for me then, and what it means for me today. The river is still as beautiful as it was then. I remember imagining going under water and swimming through a cave and coming up on another side with a whole new world on the other side. On the othe side people lived as peaceful as the foilage. Ferns amond lillies, trees among bushes. I dove in a couple of caves today looking for the cave that would bring me to the peaceful other side.
Thursday, July 8, 2004
Three Beauties
Wednesday, July 7, 2004
I want to go back to the Mountain
Monday, July 5, 2004
Eli and Me
Alone at the Ocean With My Thoughts and Memories
Here I visit my favorite spot, in search of peace of mind. This vast Ocean understands me and doesn't dismiss me with impatience or refuse to listen. This is the spot when I was 5 or 6 that my first thought of happiness began, with Papa, he took us here, and would get out in the Ocean and turn flips in the passing waves. At that time there was a big pier here. This place has been my thinking place since I've been in Jacksonville. Papa said "All your answers Lie here" as he said with outstretched arms. So many days I walked here trying to figure out what he meant. I came here years ago after the end of a relationship and said I give up, I won't ever know what he meant. I told myself I'd never come again. Then I made a friend that lived right by the spot where the pier was. This was almost two years ago. When he moved there we took a walk on the beach and the next thing I knew I was by the pier again, feeling very much at home. Thinking once again maybe I would find out. They tore the pier down a month later, but I still go to this spot. It wasn't the pier Papa was talking about it was something much bigger. I remember touching what was left of the pier before they tore it down. I touched it as if it were my only friend and possessed the answers to all my problems. I stayed there for a long while waiting for answers. The pier is gone now, just these little markers left. I still go here for answers, how ironic that I live right here in the place where Papa said all the answers would be found here.
Sunday, July 4, 2004
The first picture I took of Autumn
Saturday, July 3, 2004
Red Heart
Friday, July 2, 2004
Butterfly
A friend of mine took this picture I got from his website. http://www.deanseye.com/ Looking at this picture, my childhood flased before me. I loved insects when I was growing up. Entomology was my passion. I was always following these guys around with a butterfly net. Funny how something I was so passionate about has changed to an appreciation. I sitll love watching butterflies about as much as I did when I was a boy. They are so beautiful and so delicate.
Thursday, July 1, 2004
Sunflowers
- Today I had to take another walk by these beautiful sunflowes one of my neighbors has growing in her yard. I saw this is a beautiful journal. So had to add it to my entry also. Thanks Judi! http://journals.aol.com/judithheartsong/newbeginning/
- Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts, their green leaves, so heavy and many, fill all day with the sticky sugars of the sun. Come with me to visit the sunflowers, they are shy but want to be friends; they have wonderful stories of when they were young - the important weather, the wandering crows. Don't be afraid to ask them questions! Their bright faces, which follow the sun, will listen, and all those rows of seeds - each one a new life! Hope for a deeper acquaintance; each of them, though it stands in a crowd of many, like a separate universe, is lonely, the long work of turning their lives into a celebration is not easy. Come and let us talk with those modest faces, the simple garments of leaves, the coarse roots in the earth so uprightly burning.
Mary Oliver