Laine's Blog, Thinking Out Loud

Grief

 

 

Both plains and mountains

Have been captured by the snow-

There is nothing left.

 

                                                               Haiku by Joso

 

 

Grief, like that snow,

slowly accumulates and envelops our lives,

until we are caught between two worlds,

captured for a spell,

never knowing how long or how far we will travel together,

until slowly imperceptively,

it melts away and our ordinary lives are returned to us.

 

 

 

Photo taken in Iceland, ©2005.

 Haiku from the book, One Hundred Famous Haiku, Selected and Translated by Daniel C. Buchanan.

Grieving for my Dad, who passed last week to the other side.

Laine's Blog will be on sabbatical until the snow begins to melt.

Laine's computer has gone caput.
Stand by for the delivery of a new refurbished imac.
In the meantime, love each other and enjoy the archives.
xo
Laine

Ahhhh...

 

 

Yes!

 

This is what living near the ocean in the summertime is all about!

 

Watch out!

 

 

 

 

Photo taken last September by Vicki Johnston, but could have been this evening, except the waves were rougher and Vicki wasn't there.

Just In Time

 

 

Made it just in time to the island end of the Bridge of Lions for the fireworks.

Set up the tripod as they began and my favorite one,

the one that looked like a water fall, didn't photograph well,

(we've all been there!)

 

The bridge, which is closed to traffic for the occasion, was mobbed with happy families

and others, like myself!

So many people!

 

 

Too much traffic for my old car on the way home,

so a detour to the Conch House for a beer,

and what is it about a marina that soothes the heart and soul?

Maybe I don't want to know the answer to that

and just enjoy the denouement of the night.

(And where do the pelicans sleep, anyway?)

 

And by the way, thinking about the 4th of July, 1776,

I must say that I have a lot of faith in the goodness of the people of America,

and trust that we will get this country back on track, in due time.

 

Soon.

 

There, I said it.

 

 

 

 

It's Time For Some Fireworks

 

 

Happy 4th!

 

 

 

 

 

Last year's post for Independence Day...

If I Were A Tree

 

 

If I were a tree,

I wouldn't mind hanging out with these guys

for a couple of hundred years.

 

(Can you imagine?)

 

 

 

 

 

Magnolia Avenue, St. Augustine, Florida, probably the most photographed street in town.

 

Beach Chair Fishin'

 

 

A beach chair is just a beach chair,

even though there's no one sitting there,

or fishin' there,

or wishin' there.

 

Drawn to the water's edge as the tide ebbs,

the folks who look like they might belong to this set,

a man and his young daughter,

are engrossed in the joy that a little fishing net can bring,

chasing the small critters that scurry in the shallow waters.

 

 

 

 

St. Augustine Beach, during a break in the rain.