Saturday walk

A day like today

The day is mildly cloudy with a cool breeze.
I climb the bridge that arches over the river
I stop once, before the crest, for my heart to catch up
At the Riverfront I rest on a bench for sips of water
Lunch at CIA-Copia at the Oxbow Market
My return walk home, the hour is more sunny, warmer
14, 000 steps.

a day of reflection

Psalm 51:19
“My sacrifice, O God, is a contrite spirit;
a heart contrite and humbled, O God, you will not spurn.”

note: I found this plant or weeds growing between the cracks of the concrete walkway.

What the day offers

She examines herself on the mirror
without admiring or questioning
She wonders what the day can offer.
She wishes to be anonymous
but doesn’t want to spend the dawn alone
well, someone may descend from the stairs.

note: the two photos are from Downtown Napa. The top one is from the Veterans Memorial Park. The one below is from the Artist Alley.

My Monday walk

note: Lately I have been walking almost everyday. On Monday I did one of my long walks. There are are a lot to see outdoors.

red

Blood moon July 27, 2018

note: I’m trying to learn how to photograph the moon.

In an asylum

A 90-year-old woman broke the fence
and walked away,
steps exultant and free.

the river and its contents

Reflections of a bee

Reflections of a bee

Struggle to find flowers laden with nectar
Weaving the coordinates in space
A path to return
How can I put time in space
The shadows move
Or placing space in time
Finding ways to fend tasteless poisons
From conceived enemies and how to avoid them
and seeing the precariousness of singular journey.

Picnickers shove me away
Photographers love me

You listen to my buzz, you are aware of my presence
I am aware of yours
Our exchange of greetings seems to stir deep affection
It does matter we don’t know each other.
I have to persuade myself
Of virtue in small things.