#AdventWord #Compassion

Yes, there really is a “compassion flower.” It’s a hybrid created by crossing a pansy and a violet, and it is a lovely flower. But I nominate pineland hibiscus, with its blood-red heart and pale yellow petals, as a naturally occurring compassion flower. How could anyone be other than kind and caring in its presence?

#AdventWord #Soul

In my canticle of creation, the bayou is my brother and the cypress trees are my soul sisters. Their spring song is all tender, feathery green. The summer verse features solos by birds too varied and plentiful to number, embellished by inaudible (you must listen carefully!) trills of dragonfly and damselfly niads climbing the trunks to break forth as winged jewels, leaving impossibly small exoskeletons now split down the back but clinging to the bark long after the life they sheltered has departed. In autumn, the throats of my sisters deepen to coppery red and gold, transforming the dark surface…

Brand New vs. Well-Traveled

First the brand new: a series of photographs tagged #SandAbstracts. I’ve been working on these since I got back from my trip to Dauphin Island in December 2020. I spent the entire last day I was on Dauphin Island hiking as far as I could go along the 10-mile beach that constitutes the west end of the island and was captivated by the interaction between waves and sand. Of the six or so images in the series so far, this is the first to be accepted into a juried show. The show is called “Sky’s the Limit.” It’s an online…