picket fence (fences series)

i'm happy today

that someone thought

of picket fences

painted white

with slats reflecting light

and contentment



baptism

as water drips
from the guttering
the parched cracked earth
is being baptized

sprinkled by heaven's
life giving flow

and i too,
beholding it all,
am made clean
again

end of drought

i close my eyes
and hear the
rain

pounding

pounding

rain

august rain

the heat wave

has snapped

at last

i am

alive

again

*This image was taken from my deck yesterday morning during a much needed and longed for summer rain. (The rust object in the background is my rain gauge which has been empty all summer, till yesterday, that is!) I am interrupting my “fences” series to share a couple of images and poems that came from that blessed rain. Then I’ll be back to a few more “fences”.  This weekend I am out of town so will not be posting. Thanks for checking in.



fooled (fence series)



Gatsby really believed that stuff about the grass being greener........poor fellow.

fence art (fences series)

such sculptures
i did see that day

while ambling
in reverie

at the home place (fences series)

There is something I love about fences. I’m sure it goes back to my childhood. This series will feature a few of my favorite fence shots. This one is from the farm I grew up on. I like the way it is illumined by the light and the way it meanders out of sight. It has still has shape and form but it is free; not pulled taut like most of the other fences there. It is beautiful like so many things that are old and worn. It gives me hope. J