Jul
05
2008

Marcia
I can, I really can, except when the morning storm on the ocean hides what is behind it.
This morning we managed an hour walk from door and back, including three flights of stairs. It was only 77 when we came back. If only it never got warmer. (Make that hotter.) We only saw ONE person on the beach, a runner. This weekend is the first opportunity we have taken to walk on the beach. It is worth the move, I think!
Last night we watched some of the fireworks from the beach between the buildings, later moseyed to the front of the parking lot - better view - of three different displays. Perfect night to be watching. I didn’t have the good camera and had no tripod or railing to lean against, so pictures are not gorgeous like one Leanne of Intricate Art posted. Her photo is different, a fascinating tight spiral leading up to the burst. You must, you must, go see it here!
Tags: beach, fireworks, photo
Apr
25
2008

Marcia

Photo by Marcia McLees Bogaert 2007
Did you see what I saw in this photo?
Think so? Clue found in first stanza of my I’m-in-a-strange-mood-poem below:
Her One Day World, Defined br>
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Grasshopper light
defines my space
when life falls absurdly out of place
Crystal hinge
defines my world
when mind’s focus abstractly twirled
Icicle shades
defines my view
when heart song fails halved by two
Twisted key
defines my voice
when words are chanted not by choice
Chalk drawn gate
defines my ears
when doors to thought follow tears
MeeAugraphie
04/25/08
You already figured out I lived in an alternate or Sometimes World, didn’t you?
Feb
14
2008

Marcia
Dear Leon:
Through you
I see myself
with my own eyes
even as we both are
reflected in each others’.
That’s quite an
accomplishment -
yours, I mean.
Thank you for everyday wonder.
Marcia
02/13/08

Words and photo are to remain here… not yours or his or hers or the universe’s… they belong to me — and now to Leon…. grin.