We don't do enough looking up without expectation. There is a little (little) mexican restaurant in the line of shops across the street from the highschool. The man who is main cook and owner was 5 years old when he lived in my apt #10. He's a grown man now. Its comforting to see. His storefront window is covered with anti-glare film. The glass door is not. Bright blue sky shows through that. But the windows show the clouds curling and rolling in all their spectacular glory. Two views inches apart.... a way of looking. Glare of the world makes us squint and look away. Seen through deliberate filter we catch glimpses of love. Keep looking. There is a filmy whale.
Ya get old enough, there's time for doing lots of stuff. Clipped out volunteer trees and pulled random vines out of the kitchen garden. Gotta make room for those cleaned up daffodill bulbs.... close to 500 of those. Have to get these in the ground before the pink lily stalks completely dissolve. I don't want to drill into any of those. I'm marinating in the slow things. Driver and pilot are on hold. There's a meadow to set to bloom. Volunteer apple trees are full. ))) Wild things have tiny white flowers. Looks like I finally discouraged the thistles. Chicory blooming blue. )))
Oh, me too. ( I remember as a child, cutting off handfuls of grass to line an Easter basket, and the fresh, green smell imprinted so strongly in my sense-memory I can smell it even now.. )
Whale of a site for eyes that glance up to see the imagination come alive. White whale of Moby Dick comes to mind swimmers free from harpoons point of view. Many never look up but stare down at de-feat or their phones and trip through life never seeing sky waves but maybe a contrail.
Rebecca was in just the right place at just the right time. Good thing she was not staring down at her phone or she would have missed the photo opportunity. Thank you KC
Good point about staring at the phone. I see people walking by my house with their eyes glued to the screen. Not only is it dangerous, but they miss out on the beauty. Since I’ve been walking my dog every morning, I feel like a kid again with the keen understanding of the neighborhood that is only possible by walking it regularly and observing.
An exciting moment! Isn't it great how we get so much inspiration from each other on Substack? I love this virtual world here and the people who live here.
Hah! Thanks, Sharon. Yes - I remember the insanity of young, head-in-the-clouds "love". In retrospect, I am not sure what it has to do with sky whales, but that is how it happened this time.
Thanks, Justin. As usual, an amazing photo. that sort of told its own story. I hope you had a great summer. I imagine you are back in the classroom already?
Sharron. This is beautiful. I love Fifties. They are so compelling and elegant. Thanks for bringing wonder into my morning today.
Hooray! Thank you, Annie. Have a lovely weekend.
What a lovely moment you create with this poem!
Oh So sweet of you to say that, Lizzie! Thanks for coming over to Leaves this morning.
We don't do enough looking up without expectation. There is a little (little) mexican restaurant in the line of shops across the street from the highschool. The man who is main cook and owner was 5 years old when he lived in my apt #10. He's a grown man now. Its comforting to see. His storefront window is covered with anti-glare film. The glass door is not. Bright blue sky shows through that. But the windows show the clouds curling and rolling in all their spectacular glory. Two views inches apart.... a way of looking. Glare of the world makes us squint and look away. Seen through deliberate filter we catch glimpses of love. Keep looking. There is a filmy whale.
I see you are a poet, Kate, in addition to being a lace maker, rug weaver, yarn spinner, garden grower, house painter, truck driver.... whew!
Ya get old enough, there's time for doing lots of stuff. Clipped out volunteer trees and pulled random vines out of the kitchen garden. Gotta make room for those cleaned up daffodill bulbs.... close to 500 of those. Have to get these in the ground before the pink lily stalks completely dissolve. I don't want to drill into any of those. I'm marinating in the slow things. Driver and pilot are on hold. There's a meadow to set to bloom. Volunteer apple trees are full. ))) Wild things have tiny white flowers. Looks like I finally discouraged the thistles. Chicory blooming blue. )))
Sky whale! Well done, Captain.
Thanks, sir! ( Starlin for President! Go Mark!)
Lovely, Sharron. Fleeting images, ever-changing.
An interesting photo, I thought. Imagine being right there at the right time,looking up and having a camera in your hands. ( Planets were aligned...)
Where’s Ahab?
Hmmmm... quien sabe?
Love the precious memories of just being and seeing.
Yes. Me too. Beauty in the small details...
Very nice Sharron. There is a constant show running in the sky and we don't watch it enough. Thanks for sharing. - Jim
Right you are, Jim! Thanks for clicking on Leaves today.
Beautiful, Sharron! I can smell the "new-mowed grass."
Oh, me too. ( I remember as a child, cutting off handfuls of grass to line an Easter basket, and the fresh, green smell imprinted so strongly in my sense-memory I can smell it even now.. )
Whale of a site for eyes that glance up to see the imagination come alive. White whale of Moby Dick comes to mind swimmers free from harpoons point of view. Many never look up but stare down at de-feat or their phones and trip through life never seeing sky waves but maybe a contrail.
Cool, Richard. Thanks
This is stunning, beautiful, the wondrous power of sharing imagination via writing and photos.
Beyond the sky and water and images, everything and anything seems to wake us up--and UP it is!
You have just written a poem, yourself, Jill! Thank you.! I am glad you liked my 50-word prose poem.
Thank you for this moment of serenity. Photo is unbelievable.
Rebecca was in just the right place at just the right time. Good thing she was not staring down at her phone or she would have missed the photo opportunity. Thank you KC
Good point about staring at the phone. I see people walking by my house with their eyes glued to the screen. Not only is it dangerous, but they miss out on the beauty. Since I’ve been walking my dog every morning, I feel like a kid again with the keen understanding of the neighborhood that is only possible by walking it regularly and observing.
An exciting moment! Isn't it great how we get so much inspiration from each other on Substack? I love this virtual world here and the people who live here.
Yes it is. The support keeps me writing. These other writers are great motivators. As are you, my friend.
Likewise, my friend. You've inspired so much for me and I really enjoy your family stories.
“We are in love beyond all reason..”
If that isn’t young love, I don’t know what is! Such a sweet poem, Sharron.
Hah! Thanks, Sharon. Yes - I remember the insanity of young, head-in-the-clouds "love". In retrospect, I am not sure what it has to do with sky whales, but that is how it happened this time.
What a lovely photo and story, Sharron!
Thanks, Justin. As usual, an amazing photo. that sort of told its own story. I hope you had a great summer. I imagine you are back in the classroom already?
Lovely. And what a fantastic photo (and cloud) by Rebecca.
An incredible whale - flipper and all! An unforgettable moment.