Photo Journal

Dry Days of Texas

08/03/22 Azle, Texas Two Trees before Sunrise

Drought

we’ve had

days and days of heat

and no rain,

sunrises both beautiful

in color and clarity

and dreadful

in early intensity.

we talk with the neighbors

over our fences -

of rain forecasts

and rising temperatures

and whether their air is working.

when we see birds gather

we might add a little ice to their bath,

or pour too much water on the aloe plant

where a fat toad burrows

in the hot afternoon.

we might sigh, as deer

chew the rosebushes,

resigned to the destruction

of a few plants

as we go back inside

feeling fragile

and

connected

August 1, 2022-August 8, 2022 I arrived in Texas at a particularly hot and dry time. Every morning it is necessary to get outside early here, if you want to get out at all. The temperatures are in the low 80s before sunrise; but it really feels cooler then, while there’s a breeze blowing and a little cloud cover. All of the animals are adapting to the drought and heat. At my mother’s house, a fat toad I nicknamed Tobias, spends his days buried in her aloe plant, and his evenings out looking for food. Mom waters the aloe more than it strictly needs, just to make sure he can stay cool.

August 4, 2022 Azle - Looking through the fence before sunrise

August 5, 2022 Azle Texas Spectacular Sunrise

August 6, 2022 South Side Fort Worth - Passion Flower and a happy bee

August 5 - 7, 2022 Walking around the south side of Fort Worth in the early mornings, the whole neighborhood is already awake. People are walking their dogs, watering their thirsty gardens, or just sitting on their covered porches drinking coffee and talking to the neighbors while the temperatures are still fairly pleasant in the low 80s. In a way, I find the prematurely dried flowers at least as beautiful as the ones that are getting enough water. There is something about the faded color and curling crisp edges …

Traveling

07/30/2022 - Pier Cove, Michigan Supervised Crossing

traveling

Before I got in a car,

To stay in a hotel,

to be close enough to the airport

To take an early shuttle

so i’d be on time to fly

a thousand miles away in a plane-

i watched the wild turkeys

Guiding their babies

Across the road

To the safety of the woods.

July 27, 2022 Fennville Michigan Climbing

July 27, 2022 Looking for beach glass, driftwood and stones, I noticed a beetle crawling on the beach. He encountered a rock and tumbled onto his back getting covered in sand. Then he righted himself and scurried off to the base of a rock. It was as big as a hill to his little beetle body. He started to climb it. He climbed and paused; lifting and waving his feelers into the air when he stopped; then moved on again - over and over. Determined to get somewhere. I don’t know why, or what he expected to find, but I kneeled there watching him for I don’t know how long. Rooting him on.

July 29, 2022 Fennville, Michigan Tracks

July 29, 2022 There is nothing so satisfying as kicking off my sandals on the beach and walking in the cool damp sand, leaving tracks behind that will be washed away before i leave the shore.

August 1, 2022 Azle, Texas Fallen Blossom

August 1, 2022 Azle Texas : There is a drought here, but at the public library, the sprinklers left little puddles on the sidewalk where pretty little blossoms reflected.

August 2, 2022 Azle, Texas Sunlit trail

August 2, 2022 Azle Texas. concrete path winding through a small city park near my mom’s house. This is where my feet land again and again, where sun is filtered through the trees, creating long shadows. It is a refuge in the early morning. The gardens there are suffering in the heat of this extraordinarily hot and dry summer; but a few flowers still bloom … like the lily here below.

August 2, 2022 Azle, Texas Lily

Noticing

Fallen maple leaf July 20, 2022

Rescue

a leaf,

curling and dry,

tumbled through the night storm

into an outstretched limb of spruce;

catching.

July 20, 2022

In the morning, after a night of rain, I took my “big” camera out with the macro lens attached, looking for small subjects.  Whenever I do this, I am startled by how many little things I see. Here is a leaf that fell from a maple tree above the Timberbluff cottages and was caught by its stem on the limb of a blue spruce.  It was chance that it caught just like that, chance that i saw it, but it felt like a message. I got you.

July 22, 2022

I looked up the story behind the name a long time ago.  Queen Anne (Anne Boleyn, who was later executed by Henry VII), was apparently stitching some fine lace one day when she pricked her finger.  A single drop of blood fell on the white lace, leaving a tiny purple stain.  Not all the flowers you see will have this tiny little mark, but it was because of those that do that this pretty wildflower got its name.  I don’t know if the story is true; but ever since I heard it; I look more closely at the blossoms.

July 24, 2022

I got caught in a rainstorm while running, and noticed (once again, because I’ve noticed before) how the drops fall in puddles and create bubbles on the surface. I stopped to try to catch one; watching them forming, floating, bursting until my timing was just right … I finally caught one. Am I caught in there too?

July 25, 2022

I often see natural compositions so perfect that they seem “meant”.  This heart-shaped stone and its two little pebble companions sunken in the smooth sand were like this.  It feels like the universe reaching out to be heard…love every little thing…appreciate every little beauty…

July 26, 2022

So many little things calling for my attention.  The empty nest that fell in the grass.  The red mushroom pushing itself through the dirt in the woods.  The tiny grasshopper that jumped inside the barn just as I was about to close the door.  So many little things forming, dissolving. So many little lives pushing, pulling, falling, breaking apart, jumping in, jumping out, being rescued, being smashed.  How will I ever get any work done?