Saturday, August 19, 2017


“Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Bright lights, Big city

So many actions come to mind...
rising, glistening, glowing, 
rippling, walking, growing,
traveling, crossing, flowing

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

No milkweed, no monarchs

Weeds are in the eye of the beholder. I encourage these "weeds"in my yard because they are the host plants for monarch butterflies.

Music Everywhere

Loving these bike racks in Nashville.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Monday, June 26, 2017

Mama Turtle

This mama turtle was caught in the act of laying her eggs. The tire tracks in the dirt road don't bode well for the future of these little ones. Hopefully she had a second stash in a more secluded spot.