Intimidation 2

Wilted

Ice Plant

Fire and Water

I love these two elements together. I guess that would translate as passion and feeling. Another way to say it is a bouquet of elemental energies.

Radiance

I saw radiance in these flowers even though they had been cut. The radiance is not always there, but sometimes growing things have that kind of light.

Fall Flowers

Fall has a slightly grotesque quality as all the exaggerated plants prepare to die.

Indian River Three

I am reminded in the desert just how much I miss the Indian River which of course belongs only to me.

Indian Summer Too

Looking at the river through the screened in porch.

Indian Summer

The Indian River at summer's end is full of heat, dazzling in light and color and fully tropical.

Garden In September

It's difficult for me to write thoughtfully on the blog without enough down time. I have almost come to believe that to have a full time job means the end to solitude and contemplation. As summer ends, I will try to write more.

Water Under The Red Bridge

This looks retro. Another century perhaps? I don't really know what it's about.

A Quiet Death

This posting coincided with the death of Danny, a very unusual cat. His passing is truly a loss for Jodie, Michael, and Matt. He was a much loved pet though a bit hard to keep alive. I guess this must be his obituary. It was a good death and we will miss him.

Introvert

Swirling around in that quiet center obsessing and worried.

Extrovert

Extroverts, rushing around in a frenzy until they collapse in a heap.
Always hopeful, though.

Picking At The Bones

I love Ravens for this. They pick away at everything all the time even when it's not necessary.

Mob

Mob, what a good name for an angry, faceless crowd.

Intimidation

Intimidation has a certain heavy, invasive feel.

Dark Wind

Dark Wind, hurricane strength.

Aftermath

Everything is different. And everything is red.

Devastation

The meltdown of of inside and out,  I would think.

Baby Parrot

Primitive, child-like, that first inspiration, the initial contact, amateur and slow, the baby parrot flaps his wings.

Summer Ending

Back in Utah, working again, the summer slips away like Eurydice from the grasp of Orpheus.

Vortex Unraveled

The tension is gone and so is the energy.

Vortex

A vortex is a whirling mass. Maybe a whirling civilization too. It can be a beautiful thing seen from a distance.

Holding Light

What we all try to do if we are able.

The Fall

Winter is coming, and so too, I hope, is our collective redemption.

Raining Blood

On this planet and in this country it is raining blood.

Blue Moon

A lightening storm prevented me from posting yesterday. I did want to celebrate the Blue Moon even if it is a day late.  So this is moon, storm and celebration all in one.