I love the tule fog Âit looks like magicÂ
and in the deep grays of winterÂ
I wish for it Â
a fog of lovelinessÂ
to hug this good earthÂ
in this good valley
 james lee jobe
I like the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog.
Om Malik
there is no ribbon in her hair
but I imagine it anyway
hanging down
in front of her sleepy face
as she rises to greet me
james lee jobe
Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.
Mother Teresa
that I might awaken to the blessing of knowing
my own true nature and that I might be able to use
this knowledge to help others and to help the planet
james lee jobe
Links:
Requiem for Toni Morrison, a poem by Harmony Holiday
Habilitas, a poem by Rodrigo Toscano
Photos by Walker Evans on Artnet
Some of my privet, trimmed to point east. I’m proud that it does this, so it is now my ‘wallpaper.’ Hence, this screenshot.
The heron hides her head under a wing; perhaps she doesn't care to see the humans standing there, watching. The reeds in the shallows are rattled by a cold, wet wind. Fresh raindrops begin to trouble the surface of the dark green water, and so the water seems to be shivering. Winter has come to the slough, stark and fascinating. The heron moves on, but not us. We'll stay here for a while .
james lee jobe
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