@!&#!? Perfection

A beautiful thing is never perfect. ~ proverb

I’ve never posted just one photo. I have too many I want to share and it is so hard for me to settle for just one. But I’m finally going to let myself do it! I’ve been saving this shot for the perfect post, the perfect time. There is none, I know that, but just like I save my best clothes, my best glasses, my best art supplies… I continue to do this @!&#!?

Perhaps this week I will dress a bit fancy, let myself drink a glass of wine in the best glasses and make some art with the stuff I’m saving for someday. And if I don’t… I will not beat myself up for this too.

P.S. I named this shot “Perfect Cardinal”

Linking to Your Sunday Best

“I will bring you happy flowers”

Every Day You Play

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Pablo Neruda

   

Pablo Neruda’s words keep floating around as I take pictures of springs progress… day by day .

Linked to Fabulous Friday

Beautiful Branches

For the past few weeks I’ve been captivated by branches. As the trees begin to wake up after a loooong winter, it’s fascinating to see all of the different buds and blooms.

Tiny buds surviving an April snow storm.

Little hula skirts waving in the wind.

Tight arrow like buds just beginning to unfurl.

Dried berries that hung on all winter!

Strange tails twisting.

Spring green flowers for the bees.

Yellow cones that open into feathery wisps.

White blooms with black branches.

I always have more energy in the spring, like the trees waking up, I seem to be more awake. As the weather warms and the days grow longer I feel more alive.

P.S. I’m just learning how to link and blog hop. This week I am linking to Your Sunday Best and SOOC Sunday.