The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own
reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates
the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of
reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this
mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity. - Albert Einstein
Cheers to dust clouds, homemade smoke bombs and cannons...
Remembering the life of my own Dad, and sharing stories with his grandson. How playful and funny and talented he was. His made-up words like...scarenhemmelnemish. Oh how I loved him. How I miss him still.
Nightswimming,
remembering that night
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun?
The bright tide forever drawn
Could not describe nightswimming...
This one laughing quietly
Underneath my breath
Nightswimming
The photograph reflects
Every street light a reminder
Nightswimming
Deserves a quiet night
Deserves a quiet night - R.E.M.
Pals swimming 'til sunset. The whole pool to themselves. All manner of floats. Pizza and dirt cake. Treats that pop. Laughter and delight.
Of all the upness accessible to
mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains. - John Muir
We drove to the Great Smokey Mountains National Park to see the Synchronous Fireflies. It was so magical. I had not the skills nor the equipment to photograph them in all their glory, and no one can do that better than Vince Brady anyway (see vid below).
In the afternoon, before our light show began, we wandered over to Cade's Cove and marveled in the wide open views and low hanging clouds.
On the way home we took a detour to Grayson Highlands in search of the wild ponies that graze the balds. A short two mile hike to the peak and we were very lucky. There are extreme weather changes up there and we experienced that too...the sudden chill, high winds and rain, but it didn't stop us and it was worth it. We hiked back tripping over joy.
"fireflies
are not even a dime a dozen–
they are free,
and each floats and turns
among the branches of the oaks
and the swamp azaleas
looking for another
as, who doesn’t?
Oh, blessings
on the intimacy
inside fruition,
be it foxes
or the fireflies
or the dampness inside the petals
of a thousand flowers.
Though Eden is lost
its loveliness
remains in the heart
and the imagination;
he would take her
in a boat
over the dark water;
she would take him
to an island she knows
where the blue flag grows wild
and the grass is deep,
where the birds
perch together,
feather to feather,
on the bough.
And the fireflies,
blinking their little lights,
hurry toward one another.
And the world continues,
God willing.
Location: NYC roots, now blooming in Northern Virginia, United States
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Mother, Artist, Biophiliac,Vegetarian, Joyologist, VA Master Naturalist, CCMA
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"To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty...
To leave the world a bit better,
whether by a healthy child,
a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition."