Laine's Blog, Thinking Out Loud

Thanksgiving

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This post is recycled from 2011, with a few changes, but all in all the gratitude is still the same!

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

 

 

Beauty Is...

 

 

In the few days that she lives in this garden,

this magnificent butterfly gives it her all.

 

 

Beauty is as beauty does.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vanished

 

 

Easy on the eyes

and pleasing to one's sense of symmetry and grace and order -

the vanishing point turns a corner

never to be seen or heard from again!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The End of a Long Windy Sunrise Ride

 

 

A lone surfer enjoys a long ride on a windy morning

as the sun rises into a mackerel sky.

 

 

 

 

 

Disappearing Act

 

Do you ever want to just disappear?

Blend into the background ?

 

 

There is camouflage for almost every occasion!

 

Of course, as children we might have learned very early on how to melt into the wallpaper -

a defense mechanism, better left in the tool box,

most days.

 

 

 

 

Isn't Nature amazing?

 

 

 

 

 

Surf's Up!

 

 

Never too gnarly for these avian surfers,

and always a joy to behold.

 

 

 

 

 

More wind in St. Augustine with the Brown Pelicans making the best of it.

 

A Little Faery Music

 

Clap your hands if you believe in faeries...

 

 

 

 

 

Ladew Gardens meets Peter Pan.

 

Sorrows and Joys or Woof

 

According to Webster:

woof: the threads interlacing at right angles

with the warp in a woven fabric.

 

When we are young, we think we should chase sadness away,

banish it as though it were something dirty and undesirable,

only to have it pop up again and again and again.

As we age, we come to realize that sorrows and joys are the fabric of life -

intertwined.

 

When one is prevelant, the other is close by - always.

Always.

 

Like the rose

and her thorns.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An old joke with photos!

 

How do you catch a unique rabbit?

 

 

You 'neak up on him.

 

How do you catch a tame rabbit?

 

 

Tame way.

 

 

 

 

Finding Yourself, Here and There...

 

 

Another wild windy day at the beach.

Is it really ourselves

we find in the sea?

 

whatever we lose

like a you or a me

it's always ourselves

we find

in the sea.

 

Perhaps,

if we are paying attention,

it is ourselves we find everywhere.

 

 

 

A remembered shard of a poem by e. e. cummings about maggie and millie and molly and may.

Photo of Villano Beach, today, 11.13.13.

 

 

 

 

 

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Cherished Friends

 

 

The different elements of this flower

seem not to belong together.

Yet one without the other

might not be as beautiful,

might in fact appear ordinary.

 

It's good to have friends like that,

who might not make you look better, necessarily,

but who help you to feel better,

and more importantly,

to be better.

 

Those are the cherished friends.

 

 

 

Little Blue

 

 

Little Blue Heron,

patiently watching,

waiting for this intruder to go away.

 

 

Oh, nevermind,

I'll leave.

G'day!

 

Says the Little Blue Heron.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abstraction

 

 

In the eye of the beholder.

 

 

 

 

Inside Looking Out

 

 

Through the window pane of the Hobbit House,

where delicate vines climb and cling and sing

all over the old abode.

 

Safe inside.

Safe outside too,

thanks to a cat with special powers,

who watches over me.

 

As long as I feed her.

 

On time.

 

Daylight savings time too.

 

(Magical creatures accustomed to thousands of years of tradition

are slow to adjust to silly things,

like time changes.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Racing Time

 

 

Gray sunrise from last November.

Eyelids getting heavy.

Computer about to freeze.

 

Hurry and post the post.

 

 

 

 

Wild Is The Wind

 

 

All day an easterly, nor'easterly wind.

 

These skillful navigators of what life throws at them

on any given day,

are flying right into it,

facing the challenge head on.

 

Fearless? Brave?

Whatever it is,

let's bottle it and open up a stand.

 

 

 

Wild waves in the wild wind, Villano Beach.

 

 

Boy Meets Dolphin

 

 

On tippy toes...

I wonder what they think of each other?

 

 

 

 

Aden at Marineland, with a beautiful dolphin who had been trained to come to the window and smile at the children!

 

 

 

 

Rising Above

 

 

Ignoring the conversation in your head that you've had over and over and over again,

is a good way to rise above where you are to get to where you really really want to go.

 

Yes, paying attention to yourslf is good medicine,

and you need to become a good editor.

 

"Ok, this is redundant, it's got to go.

But this new thought,

you can stay."

 

Change the conversation in your head,

change your life?

 

 

 

 

St. Augustine Beach.

How many typos?