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To Spring, and all things green!

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“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot, and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”

-Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

After my first entry which was entirely different, this one is to Spring, and all things green!

Spring. First leaves of a tree. Blue Sky. Photography.
Baby leaves in the blue old sky!
Green, asparagus, copper, pan, photography.
Greens are good for the soul!
Walk in the green forest. Path. Trek. Hike. Photography. Photos.h
The path through the tall green trees!
Green. Monochrome. shaded. Photography.
Color me some green!
Fresh bright green leaves of the trees against the sky. Photography.
I love trees and the sky!
Mint Oreos stacked. Photography. Photos.
Mint Oreos…
Spring. First leaves of a tree. Blue Sky. Photography.
The bright green of the young leaves that steal my heart…

For The Daily Post Photo Challenges theme for the week “It IS Easy Being Green!”

All I ask, the Heaven above..

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The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge:  The Road Taken   and Wanderlust
(Update: Umm… so having felt a …er..wee bit guilty about using a post from a past challenge, here is the dedicated one for Wanderlust: Oh Wanderlust! The places you take me… ) 

Enroute to Macknac Island, Michigan. Skyscspe # 010. #nofilter

All I Ask Is Heaven Above…

LUMINOUS sapphire skies
Woolgathering in glee
Blowing thinking-clouds
Bubbles of fantasy…

IN amber fairy dust
Blooms n’ buzzing bees
Racing to the horizon
The rolling emerald fields

THIS wanderlust I love
Nothing more I seek
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me…

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Road Trip. 2016. To Mackinac Island. Some iPhone pictures of the road, taken on the road. No filter or enhancing was needed for the stunning blues and greens.

Blue sky white clouds green fields Upper Pure Michigan UP madame-zenista.com summer
Rolling fields in somewhere in northern Michigan. Skyscape # 011. #nofitler

On reaching the Mackinaw City, we took a ferry to the Mackinac Island all bikes no motor vehicles.

Mackinac Island Street Biking Upper Pure Michigan UP madame-zenista.com summer
The road in Mackinac Island where only bikes are allowed. Summer 2016.
Mackinac Island Lilac Tree Hotel madame-Zenistacom summer bikes
This ‘Lilac Tree Hotel’ by the roadside sporting lilac flower baskets. Mackinac Island.

Ever since I read it the first time in high school, R.L. Stevenson’s The Vagabond stayed with as a beautiful memory appealing my ‘wanderer self’.  I LOVE this poem. I cant help but reproduce it here and see if you feel it speak to your soul as it did to mine.

The Vagabond by Robert Louis Stevenson

Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway night me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river —
There’s the life for a man like me,
There’s the life for ever.
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.
Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger;
White as meal the frosty field —
Warm the fireside haven —
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope, nor love,
Nor a friend to know me.
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.

The Spirit of the Kites…

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I stumbled upon this interesting WordPress weekly photo challenge. Check it out here to participate.

Mackinac Island, Michigan. Kites. Skyscape # 006. #nofilter.

THE SPIRIT OF THE KITES, AGAINST THE ODDS!

BEFORE we came, and after we arrived

The mountains moved, and the waters realigned

But gravity stayed, rigid, un-compromised.

 

FOUR kingdoms subservient to the Gravity gods

Yet these puny kites, how they soar ‘n how they drop

The spirit of the kites, flying against the odds…

 

(The above picture shows summer skies of 2016 in Mackinac Island, Michigan. While the island and the waters and the people, all earthbound, were enjoying the the sunshine from down below, a dozen kites took flight and dared for the skies…)

 

 

 

The twilight tree… Skyscape # 005

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Twilight, tree, sky, sunset.
The bare twilight tree. Skyscape # 005

THE TWILIGHT TREE

THE waning sun
The sky blue still
The night to come
The heart athrill

THE tree so bare
Looks up to the sky
The sunset’s glare
The darkness nigh

IT’S arms outspread
It’s soul inviting
A tree beckons
With love abiding

BOUND notwithstanding
Its Spirit free
All over, burning
The Twilight Tree..

Twilights are one of my favorite times of the day. It is a short time when two worlds merge, creating a third, evanescent one. This poem is dedicated to twilight and the witnessing tree.

 

 

Skyscape # 004 / A hundred little birds and more

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A hundred or two birds perched on the tree tops
A hundred or two birds perched on the tree tops /Skyscape#004. (#nofilter)

It was a particularly sunny and warm day, and the sky was dotted with an amoeba-like shape made up of lots and lots of black wings, elongating and twisting, as the party moved from tree to tree. The above picture (no filter applied) is a moment in time when hundreds of birds were perched on the leaf-less tree tops, a sight to see as they stopped awhile, and before I knew it, they were soaring back in the fresh blue skies!

And below is the picture (transfer filter on iPhone). I love the color and how it changes the mood…

A hundred or two birds perched on the tree tops
A hundred or two birds perched on the tree tops (transfer filter on iPhone)