September 27, 2014 § 4 Comments
Like an audience, the flowers turn, tracking the progress of the sun across the sky.
Heliotropic, sunflowers always follow the light.
Once, in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan I saw dozens of ravens, each in the top of a tall pine.
All faced into the storm, oriented to ride the whip of that wind.
Like the sunflower, like the raven, each of us seeks a direction to face that makes our lives possible.
September 14, 2014 § 3 Comments
A fly on a leaf in the late summer heat.
A man with a camera crouched in the weeds, sun on his neck.
The fly will live a month at most.
A week or two with wings.
The man has time, and time, and time.
He spends it freely, watching.
The man considers the fly.
The fly considers the man.
And the sun beats down.
And the fly glistens.
And the man holds his breath to steady the camera.
Note: The photos you see with my weekly posts are almost always the work of my husband, Ray Faass. When we met he was the photographer for the Baltimore Zoo, capturing elephants, Kodiak bears, polar bears and water buffalo on film.
He goes after smaller game now. « Read the rest of this entry »
September 7, 2014 § 2 Comments
As adults we may not yell it, but we still believe it.
Because life isn’t fair.
Some have. Some have not, leaving the ones who have little to gather what the ones with much carelessly spill.
Some are afflicted with pain while others waltz across this earthly plane in comfort, and look darned good doing it.
Some are smart. Others not. Some have an array of talents, others few.
Read the stones in any cemetery.
Some babies become “little angels” having experienced life for a handful of days, while other babies live to be remembered as beloved wife, mother, grandmother,“missed forever.”
The experiment of life tests the hypothesis of fairness every day, and every day the hypothesis fails.