low tide

 

a late summers day at low tide on the Columbia

wading through shallow, warm water
from sandbar to sandbar
barefoot beachcombing
on shores of temporary islands

the joy of ambling
through a pathless terrain
on legs that still hold strength
reunited to childhood joys

 

infinite shapes on land and water
tracks and treasures tell their stories
kindling the imagination . . . 

 

playing till the light fades
and turns the waters golden
what a full, good day!

 

equinox

 

imagining our blue planet
spinning and tilting through space
in such a steady way

  "The Blue Empress"

what moves me is the majesty of it
the design, the precision, the constancy
making all, life and consciousness, possible

"As Seasons Change"

pausing to fill my heart with wonder
about the awesome life giving regularity
of this beautiful blue orb we call home.

"The Emeralds"

 

local phenomena

At this time of year the Vaux's swifts gather in Portland, Oregon. They arrive in the evening, thousands of whirling wings fill the sky in dizzying swirling motion. Then, shortly after sunset, an unseen signal and they tumble downward into a chimney to roost for the night. What had seemed to be chaos turns into funneled harmony. In awe I watch a behavior that follows its own language, speeds and spacial awareness.
Soon they will migrate south, another journey taking place way above my head.

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