The sun is shining,

the sky is deep blue, there's a magnificent breeze, and I’m longing, really longing...

-Anne Frank



Leave your leaf in Anne Frank's Chestnut tree

Perseid meteor shower

August 13, 2010



Credit Photograph to AFP

Lucky the Black Bear

I think that Lucky's going to build a log cabin.



Photograph credit to the North American Bear Center

Synchronous Fireflies

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size...

-Robert Frost

Looking back...

I'll wait, what choice have I?

It's one of those days, slow motion like...I feel a bit high and somewhat low, the sun is shining bright reminding me...the night oh how I love the night, it makes me feel a little safer. The night has its own breath, breathing a sensual breeze which makes everything appear softer. I am not a soft person, I'm a bit rough 'round the edges. Yet I'm vulnerable, open like a wound, a flower, a casket, and then I'm shut. Shut sealed taped glued mute. I suppose I'm not easy to live with.



I love climbing trees and I love swinging. I kick my feet & legs hard, swing as high as I can and then I let go fly through the air, and almost always I land on my feet. This scares the hell out of my friends. I remember when we were all walking near a wooded area & I saw a tall tree (the tallest) which I just had to climb. I climbed the tree as high as was physically possible and when I looked down I could barely see their faces.

Trees are sensual, curved and textured. I like how trees hold their own weight and they always give more than they take.



I'll wait, what choice have I? I have more trees to climb...swings to swing.

....I still have the night

-Carol

Credit for black and white illustration goes to Naked Authors