Monday, March 2, 2026 The Annual Ritual

The month of March is upon us, which means that I can at last put a halt to my insufficient efforts to keep the poinsettia alive. It’s time to set it free out in the wild.


Our compost heap may not look exactly like “free out in the wild,” but it’s all relative. The plant has been freed from the shackles of the green plastic pot. It has gone from our tame and dull home to a place where birds might alight next to it (or even on it!) or some little critter might scamper around its leaves. Like I said, free and wild.

I look forward to this ritual every year. The poinsettia had company this year: a dozen Valentine roses that had gasped their last breath and diminished into themselves.

And now, a bonus photo for you:

Sunrise through the trees! Looks positively molten, doesn’t it? The photo didn’t turn out the way I expected, but I ended up liking it anyway.

I’ll probably delete this in the morning after it has gasped its last breath.

Monday, February 23, 2026 Photo Grab Bag

Some of you who have been following my blog for many years may recall that I started it as a photo journaling experience. I had gotten a new camera and wanted to write about the photos I took. It sort of evolved over the years and morphed into the rather eclectic set of writings of more recent times.

One of the things I have missed with having a bum knee is that I haven’t really been able to do nearly as much walking and photo taking as I did back in the day. It was a lovely habit. In spite of the fact that I walked nearly the same terrain all the time, there was always something new and interesting to photograph all through the year. This is the Lord’s doing and it is marvelous in our eyes. Psalm 118:23

I still haven’t done much outside photography lately, but I picked up my Nikon camera a few days ago to capture some things from inside the house.

The birds finally forgave us for neglecting the bird feeder for much of the winter.

The theme of neglect also pertains to the poinsettia.

I’m sorry that you won’t be able to see what I saw when I took this photo. There was a glowing pastel sunset happening, the wind was gently blowing our wind chime back and forth and it all looked positively dreamy through our front door. I literally did not see how dirty the door glass was until I saw the photo. More neglect, I’m afraid. This is becoming a distressing theme. Let’s move on.

The same dreamy sunset across the street…

…and in the windows of the apartment building across the street.

Photographs really can’t compare with reality.

I’ll probably neglect to delete this in the morning.

Monday, December 8, 2025 Olio

The word “olio” comes up surprisingly often in crossword puzzles. It means “a miscellaneous collection of things,” or “hodgepodge.” Let that inform you as to the nature of what follows.

Sunsets, sunrises…I still run out in my slippers to capture them.

Pastels overlaid with the rough darkness of trees. Never gets old.

I thought this flower had a definite celebratory look to it. Or perhaps a head of disorganized hair. Don’t you love how it lights up the photo? I do!

I’ll tell you, old age is severe upon the plant world. These were beautiful in their prime. Still, they put on a very interesting farewell, unashamed of their desiccated state. The Lord giveth; the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the named of the Lord.

Obviously, these were all taken before the change of seasons, before frost, cold and snow scrubbed away the green and gold of autumn.

To everything there is a season
and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
A time to be born,
and a time to die,
A time to plant,
and a time to pluck up that which is planted.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2

And a time to delete this…in the morning.

Monday, October 6, 2025 The Ten O’Clock P.M. Post

I don’t actually have anything to say at 10:00 at night, and I’m sorry for you to have received this, thus wasting your precious time. However, to make it a little more interesting, I’ll drag a couple photos out of the “never used” photo file.

It’s all quite startling isn’t it? What bold colors! A bird in mid-flight! I took that photo last March or April and upon looking at it realized that I’d forgotten to take the camera off “vivid setting.”

So I fixed it and took another photo of the same three birds, although by this time both the finches were perched and the cardinal looked like it was ignoring them. The finches were probably having the kind of perky conversations that finches have – you know how they go on. If you were there, you might have ignored them, too.

But enough of that. I’ve taken up too much of your time already.

This perky post will be ignored in the morning.

Monday, September 22, 2025 Senescence



The grass withers,
The flower fades…
But the word of our God
Stands forever.
Isaiah 40:8

Perhaps that’s what we should ponder when autumn comes to carry summer away. There is an ache in the senescence of the garden, but it was never meant to last forever.

God’s word is a flower that never fades. It is a green grass that never withers. Such is our hope.

I’ll probably delete this senescent post in the morning.

Monday, July 7, 2025 Fluffy Danger

Suppose you got news that a darling little fluffy seagull chick was just outside your domicile. Would you:

A. Jump up, grab your camera, and run out to get a photo, or
B. Say, “Oh, that’s interesting,” and go right on with what you were doing.

If you answered A, you are a kindred spirit. Read on. If you answered B, I wonder if you wandered into this blog post entirely by mistake. No one will fault you for leaving, but you may find the proceeding story will vindicate you.

As it happens, I did recently have an opportunity to jump up, grab my camera, and go in pursuit of the aforementioned baby seagull. I took a few photos, getting closer and closer. The baby didn’t seem to mind. I like to think that we were having a moment.


Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted my reverie, accompanied by the sight of a large seagull swooping down toward me.


I yelped and backed off, but was dive bombed twice more by this very protective parent as I tried to get away.


Since I yelped each time, the crowd of kids on the beach got quite a show. You’re welcome.

Fun times!

If you hear me yelping in the morning, you’ll know I had to delete this.

Wednesday, May 21, 2025 Geese, Eh?



The Canada goose
Is on the loose
The Canadian geese
Evade the police

If seen in your counties
Please call the mounties
If loitering in lobbies
Call for the bobbies

Don’t try to chase ‘em
Don’t try to race ‘em
Just frolic and caper
And put ‘em on paper.

And that’s all I’ve got for today.

Time to caper off and delete this…in the morning.

Thursday, May 15, 2025 The Debris is Blowing in the Wind

I don’t think Bob Dylan would mind me changing up the words to that song a little bit today. If you live in our neck of the woods, your house has been buffeted by strong winds, your trees are having a mighty swaying party, and dust clouds are obscuring the landscape. I tried to get a photo, but it was hard to get one that told the whole story. When you look at it, insert the sound effects as much as you can.

See the debris blowing in the wind?

Last night I went out to take a few photos of the sky and surroundings as the sun was setting. I wanted more color so I cheated and used the vivid setting on my camera. Let’s call it “art” instead of cheating, okay?





Oh yes, that last photo is my announcement that we’ve got our fountains running again, a harbinger of warm weather. Come and visit and we’ll sit on a bench and enjoy the ambiance. Tell me your stories and I’ll tell you mine. Deal?

I’ll probably delete this vividly in the morning.

Thursday, April 24, 2025 Seeing Double

Like mother, like son.

“I can’t lose!”

Somehow it seems right to put these photos together.

The second photo is from when my dad was experimenting with trick photography back when he was about 14 years old. The caption was his.

As in water face reflects face,
So the heart of man reflects man.
Proverbs 27:19

As in blog, post deletes post, so the heart of a blogger deletes post. Or something like that.