So ... I walked down to the cafe this morning with a determination: Write three pieces for various spots on the web ... then I could walk home. The faster I wrote, the cooler my walk home would be. I dressed for the worst possible outcome. On the way home, A fourth piece of writing attacked me. I share it with you first.

The Epitome of Summer

Bare feet traipsing down
Small-town New York clean sidewalk
In new morning air

Moving from shade cooled
to tepid sun-warmed concrete
on grainy ripples

Navy walking shorts
ponytail clipped high on head
Cool hot-pink tank top

MP3 Country
Sunglasses in rounded style
Joyful smirking smile

Hand dangles sandals
The other lifts bottled toast
Of sparkling grapefruit

Loaded luggage racks
Escaping to the country
Canoes and kayaks

These passing caravans
With joy, cheer, & gleeful speed
Return her toasted wave

Half century passed her
Still moving barefooted with
Mischievous smile

These little thoughts have been roaming around in my head because spring takes so long arriving here this year.

God Bless the Dandelion
That fed my husband in his youth
and filled mine with parachutes.

God Bless the Dandelion
That heralds spring with yellow bursts
and fills our mouths

At eight bucks a pound!

Wait!

Some thing's gone amiss!

~~~

This image and the image at the top of the individual blog post are part of a larger photo. I took it in a park in Rockwall, Texas two years ago. They are just as beautiful here and were, of course, Spring's first spot of color.


More on the Dandelion from Wekipedia, of course.

A triple punch post delivering poetry, photos, and an essay. Also it responds to two Haiku prompts from One Deep Breath and answers yet one more interview question from Atypical at Nonsensical Text. Turns out it's all about the sunrise and sunset and greenery type stuff.

First the Haiku's because they lead into my answer to Atypical's question.

Energy in Mass

Mountain wrapped up
Energies glowing, fading
Fires my soul in awe.


Earth's Day

Human throws up dirt
Sun heats up our dirt-filled air
Earth swelters away.

Atypical asks:
2. What emotions are evoked in you by sunrises and sunsets? Are they vastly different experiences to your internal and external senses?

Have you been going through my photography archives? Hmm, no, actually to see my sunset images you would have to go to my old gallery at Betterphoto.com -- something I plan to fix. I even have a meme that I plan to use to my own devices in order to accomplish this. I know -- a completely unexpected behavior from me.

Sunrise is something I saw very little of until this year -- first, because I tend to avoid getting up that early and, second, because ... well ... this use to be my tag line: "I deeply resent living in a place where man's handiwork is striving to blot out my ability to see God's glory in His creation." In other words, there was no point in getting up early to see the sunrise unless I was also willing to dress and drive and be disappointed by a limited view. Such is city life.

This year, God has blessed me with eight months of sunrises over a beautiful patch of the Great Swamp and, during the last five years, at least six months each year have been filled with sunsets. So, because of this, I can actually do a compare and contrast.

They are hugely different. My attempts to photograph them has caused me to be more focused on when and where and how the light plays. And do you know that God's creation loves light like crystals love light? It's true. The flora and fauna, the water and air, all work together to play with light's nuances. And in general, I think I love summer best because the light plays longer with the creation.

As to how they affect my attitudes and feelings, well, I've been quite surprised to find that my mind clicks on when the sun comes up -- and I can see it come up, which is rather often here. The mornings are often my most creative time. Because the sun comes up so softly, I feel myself kind of easing into the day when I allow myself to just be still and enjoy the gearing up process. Yes, I very well know that this is a luxury that is not allowed so much during the mothering years, so tuck it into your "I'm looking forward to this..." folder ... or get up realllly early on a few summer mornings and try it out.

Sunsets ... oh goodness ... now let me tell you something. I know the far left-wing weirdos are trying to turn this "global warming" thing into a platform for all manner of weirdness ... and then the far right-wing is trying to say that it's all in God's hands uhhh and we're just channeling out whatever is going to happen. But both sides are full of malarkey ...

The truth is in the middle. God is calling us to be stewards of His creation. Proper stewards do not fill the air so full of dirt and pollutants that it is dangerous to breathe.

Lets grasp hold of something that is real, and true, and now. The real truth, right this minute, is that in large cities we should not be breathing the air.

Ok. ok. Really. This has everything to do with sunsets. The sunsets up here, away from NYC, tend to be soft and gentle. I watch the sun tilt and play with the grasses and trees and hills. Usually, the sky reveals incredible blues and soft pastels. It is very different from the fiery sunsets back home. I could pass this off as the difference between being in the north and the south. In some ways it is. I'm sure latitude does play some part ... but ...

One of the longest, most color-filled sunsets I ever observed was in the desert when VioletKey and I went on our road trip. Guess what is naturally up in the air in the desert? Dirt. Yes. Really! Dirt. Remember God's creation loves light like crystals do? Dirt is full of reflectors.

In Texas, I sat on the east side of a lake that marked the demarcation line between "city and city wannabes" and "the country." My side of the lake was actually greener. They said it was due to "lake effects." Anyway, there was nothing between me and the sunset but the lake and a thin, distant horizon filled with man's buildings. But sunset revealed one other incredible thing. The Dallas air tended to stay on the west side of the lake and it could turn the sunset into a spectacular show of intense color. I will just have to show you the photos.

As much as I found this color show to be amazing, breath taking, awe inspiring, I found it equally disturbing. I found it even more disturbing when someone off-handedly mentioned that the sunsets over that lake rivaled the sunsets near Mexico City. We all know how bad the pollution there is and how long it's been a problem.

So, in a big picture way, sunsets remind me of God's grief. I don't think He is so happy with our determination to hide and destroy His creation. He's gonna let us because we are its caretakers. But that doesn't mean that the destruction of His creation in this manner is what His original goal and desire was.

On a daily basis, I have come to look at sunsets as an opportunity to purposefully shift my mindset and activities. This is to say ... I see it as an opportunity and the shift does automatically happen in one way or another ... but sometimes I grab hold of the opportunity and purposefully shift -- usually this is a much better thing.

Atypical's excellent blog is Nonsensical Text. Her interview questions have given me much to write and think about. I still have one more to answer.

Go read/see more poetry about Energy and Mass and about Earth Day

My Gallery at BetterPhoto.com (30 images many are sunset).