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Petite Branches

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Sometimes if I leave my bedroom window open, I return home at the end of the day to oak leaves strewn about my floor.  When I sit at my writing desk, I can look over my shoulder and into the gold-ringed eyes of a black bird as it perches near-hidden amidst green leaves.  A squirrel has dashed by on occasion.  A blue jay sang to me once.  I have had to snap a branch because I feared the wind would drive it through the glass.  Under my breath I said all sorts of “I’m sorry.”  You see, I live on the top floor of a rambling old Victorian house.  And towering above that house is the oak tree.  Sitting in my bedroom at my desk with the wind whistling through, and the oak tree doing its end of summer shimmy with acorns still green, I feel quite blessed to be where I am.

Oak Tree

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Sparrow in the City

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Reflections

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Fan in Color

Fan in B&WFan in Sepia

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Dreamy are the images in Sky Tree, like viewing the world through a gentle mist.  A single tree is viewed throughout the season and becomes a gentle teaching tool about how the natural world works.  Though targeted to children, I certainly felt like I learned some things after reading this book  — about patience, about beauty and about perspective.  A great gift for a child of any age.

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a lazy day in the office lo res

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Lemon Thyme in the Morning

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Near the Hudson River, I sit beneath a tree that has flowers like a dogwood, pale, soft lit by the sun, a creamy golden white.  They waver in what can only be called a gentle breeze.  Bird cries fill the air, harsh and pointed.  It is spring.  The birds search for mates and want to have babies.  A biological imperative I suppose.

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Time passes.  I still sit beneath the tree, staring up into the branches weighed down by blossoms.  The breeze reveals the sheer lengths of spiders’ webs weaving throughout the canopy.  Of the spiders I can see nothing, only their work.

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A woodchuck, of all creatures, bounds by with baby in tow.  A light golden brown shading darker in places.  It could be a beaver but the tail seems too wrong.  Earlier I saw squirrels, quite fat, and birds in all sizes and colors.  But of deer I have seen nothing though they were the creatures I had been told to watch for.

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And so there it is.  The deer.  A female, white tailed.  As it ambles by I am reminded to practice what I preach to a dear friend:  Patience and all will be revealed.

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