It does get cold in California, even on the coast...
sometimes, down to freezing.
Glittering ice crystallizes on the car's roof, clumps on the window like too much frosting on a cake.
The Volvo's going nowhere until the warm sun does its job.
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Showing posts with label aros. Show all posts
Sunday, January 9, 2011
January 8: River of Stones
Scrubbed smooth by the tide, the morning sand introduces its visitors;
One small dog, one large and me...
Hobbit, Buddy and Joel...on a 7AM run.
The first tracks of the day. Tomorrow they'll be gone.
For all time.
One small dog, one large and me...
Hobbit, Buddy and Joel...on a 7AM run.
The first tracks of the day. Tomorrow they'll be gone.
For all time.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
January 7: River of Stones
Two narrow twigs hanging random in a tree
Sort of like a fishing pole is how it looks to me
Kind of amusing when you let your mind go free
Maybe Mother Nature's simply trying to catch me.
Sort of like a fishing pole is how it looks to me
Kind of amusing when you let your mind go free
Maybe Mother Nature's simply trying to catch me.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
January 6: River of Stones
Six days down, three hundred and fifty nine to go.
Six empty slots in the wooden desk organizer.
Did the work get done?
Or was it moved to day seven?
Six empty slots in the wooden desk organizer.
Did the work get done?
Or was it moved to day seven?
January 5: River of Stones
Took the shot yesterday (1/5) but haven't gotten to the computer until today.
Perhaps an inch and one-half long, this little frog lives in an underwater world populated with colorful stones, tropical fish and bubble-blowing artifacts. Holding his breath seemingly for hours, he then darts to the top of his tank to fill his little lungs. We love to watch him. Can he see us?
Perhaps an inch and one-half long, this little frog lives in an underwater world populated with colorful stones, tropical fish and bubble-blowing artifacts. Holding his breath seemingly for hours, he then darts to the top of his tank to fill his little lungs. We love to watch him. Can he see us?
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
January 4: River of Stones
IT'S A RING
A star of light captured in sapphire blue
IT'S A RING
Two tiny diamonds in a bed of platinum
IT'S A RING
Over 100 years old
IT'S A RING
It belonged to my Bapa
IT'S A RING
I think of him
A star of light captured in sapphire blue
IT'S A RING
Two tiny diamonds in a bed of platinum
IT'S A RING
Over 100 years old
IT'S A RING
It belonged to my Bapa
IT'S A RING
I think of him
Monday, January 3, 2011
January 3: River of Stones
A solitary shock of gold in an untended field...the crown opens proudly atop the straw-thin green stem.
Is the dandelion lonely?
Is the dandelion lonely?
Sunday, January 2, 2011
January 2: River of Stones
Simple enough...you look at it (carefully). You think about it. You write about it. River of Stones (http://ariverofstones. blogspot.com/p/join-us.html). Here's what I saw, thought about and wrote about today. Included is a photo.
25 MPH says the sign,
Too small to read
WATCH OUT!
January 1: River of Stones
There's a lot of "new" planned in 2011 for the bookstore. I'll blog updates. And you can subscribe to the Frog's weekly email by sending a request to joel@foureyedfrog.com. Here is a photo of the little tree we had on our store's "Green Table." It will be history later today. But I'm participating in a nifty daily exercise called A River of Stones. More about that soon, too. Suffice it to say that each day I'll post a little description of something I saw and paid attention to. And when possible, I'll add a photo (such as the Christmas Tree) to illustrate what I saw. Here's today's "Stone"...
--Joel
Reflected pinpoints of color, set like jewels in sparkling silver.
The season wanes; lights out.
A tiny tree loses its luster; shows drab grey.
--Joel
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