Today I am celebrating the birth of Baha’u’llah; the Prophet-Founder of the Baha’i Faith.
Fall on My Bus Route
As I turn down the lane, the flaming new red maples greet me; like giant red lollipops.
They are so vibrant; they awaken my early-morning senses to the shocking beauty of fall; that never grows old and is always new and invigorating.
Morning Bus Route Sunrise
Purple and pink explosion; as it fills the autumn sky.
Purple and pink explosion; as the bridge is held so high.
Purple and pink explosion; as the ship goes gliding by.
Mist Over Beaver Dams Pond
The early morning mist rose over the pond.
The mist of the past; mist of memories; of those who were here before.
When their canoes drifted silently over the waters; and their voices were raised in song.
A Patch of Blue
A patch of blue in a dark, foreboding sky.
Brilliant, blue, and a world beyond.
The dark clouds are temporary and will not last forever.
There is a clear blue sky beyond.
The Blue Jay
Hey Mr. Blue Jay!
Why so raucous?
Early Morning Mist
Mother Nature gently covers the fields in a lovely grey blanket, as she gets them ready for fall.
What’s Up, Bees?
You are in my ice tea; my pizza; my sandwiches; and fruit.
Why won’t you leave me alone?
There is an insect; not appreciated; like the regal honey bee.
She is the dragonfly; exquisitely beautiful; a mosquito vacuum; expert flier; the envy of every aerospace engineer.
Dragonfly; I see you.
Monarch in the Milkweed
Monarch in the milkweed. As you flutter around, and rest with your wings closed, then open.
You flutter around and follow me to the back garden, where you alight in the daisies.
There is beauty.
All is not lost.
There is hope.