These photos are so beautiful and profound. A tree that carved its’ own bench. A mirrored sidewalk reflecting Mindi’s essence. A mailbox over-stuffed with natural delights that they had to grow on the outside. That little red flag will forever be up.
Some kale pretending to be tall broccoli, staking its territory in the dirt. No room for baby broccoli kales just yet. When things look barren – that is a hoax. The untrained human eye and spirit sees nothing – when the creative tender soul can see it all.
The picket fence held up the sky – there was a cakey layer of rolling landscape in between.
I’m noticing I’m thinking of my partner, Buster. I think I’ve been avoiding bringing this to the forefront… and I’m guarded as I’m writing this. Did you know you can buy blue-footed booby shoes from Barclay’s partner in the Spring? Shameless friend plug! And avoidance. Lol. I have a lot of anger and judgement – I’m seeing this as targeted primarily at myself. Why am I such a witch to myself?
Speaking of witches – witches are cool, much like mermaids and sturgeons. There we go – bringing some things from 2021 forward that are worth it.
The nostalgia of a sturgeon’s tail – the fuckery of a mermaid’s stare.
where rivers are born 