If I could play

If I could play inside this dahlia I would throw my arms out so I could balance on the rims of the open petals and if I fell I would slide down into the orangy center and kick my feet up for a short rest. Then I would march along the purple soldiers giving them a high five as I went round and round. I might even play hide and seek in the center. Then when I'm exhausted I would wander out into the distant horizon and head home. But that's only if I could play inside a dahlia.

A conversation

Frog: Do you see the seagull?

Tully: No

Frog: Look up

Tully: I'm busy looking down

Frog: You're going to miss the seagull

Tully: You're going to miss the squirrel 

Frog: But I can only see up

Tully: Oh, I had no idea but can you smell?

looking up

Sometimes when I'm in the studio and listening to my music my heart gets taken away to an image that has touched me, maybe in the same way that the music touches me. This crested caracara lives a full life inside my heart. I wish she lived a full life inside hers.

come and gone

It had rained most of the day. I set up my tripod on the hill at 6:30 pm. I thought the cloud formation was beautiful, especially loving the blues and grays and reflections in the bay. I did not expect the following image to emerge 25 minutes later, I should have but I didn't. The surprise was like a slow building thrill that swept me off the hill and out into the saturated night.

squirrel tales

She lives inside this old tree that flanks our view. She comes out early morning and late afternoons with her siblings to play and swing amongst the branches. But this evening she discovered us and went totally still. She stayed that way for a long time, even allowing me to go into the house and get my camera, set up my tripod and shoot a few images of her. Even Tully didn't move. She finally leaped into her hole in the tree, letting her fuzzy grey tail follow her in. I wonder what stories she had to tell...

on the wing

I wonder if she ever looks behind to see her beautiful wings. I wonder if she only sees what is in front of her. Maybe she has no idea how beautiful she is. Maybe she only sees what she needs to get her through her day. I wonder...

wolf in the woods

He is a captive wolf being well cared for by humans who love him. He is unable to survive in the wild.  I did all that I can do by freeing him in a multiple exposure in camera. Now his spirit may feel the magic of the woods.