I decided to call this post BIRDSONG & MOTORBIKES because I’m short on catchy titles and if you were sitting where I am, this is what you would hear outside my studio window.
It’s April, and there is a riot of bird activity in the garden. They are calling to each other and singing such sweet spirited tunes as they dart joyfully all over.
Life comes with poetic moments but usually there’s a bit of crap thrown in for good measure. Utopia is a reality best left to another era, like dinosaur bones and therapeutic enemas.
The ear drum piercing sound of the motorbike is short-lived but is so dichotomous to being one with nature.
I soon, move on to some irrational thought or another.
I take my soulful moments where I can get em’ these days. In the tub, combing my hair, loading the washing machine or counting green beans at the grocery store.
I don’t have much to say today. I just have a bunch of photos I had lying around.
You can take a look, in silence.
Or, imagine the birds.
Or, see yourself saddled on a bike, the wind in your hair.
Or, in the garden with a glass of wine, a pretty view and nary a thought.
Next week, I’ll be more like my garden. Eager to please.