Koda, Waiting for the Super Moon

All shots ASA 400 with flash, 1/60 sec f8

Full On Spring

Dan took the pics of the roadrunner that Koda cahsed up the cactus.

She certainly was proud!

Koda and her Friend............. A happy afternoon

Gratitude.

Mystery...........

ethereal glow

Susan Lowery ©1/28/2012

Smell the moisture in the air, I think it’s gonna rain

It’s been dry for so long, on this desert plane
It’s a feeling deep and holy, when wetness finally hits the ground
Calming nature and the spirit, there’s a sweetness to be found

Walking back-dirt roads, kicking up the dust

Passions of yesterday, of sweet untempered lust
Of visions and of Yew trees, of caves t’were angeled winged
Of fleeces made of gold and of hallowed springs

Waters wild and wanton, ripping quarry from its banks

Of dragons, fairies and currendera’s – of legends and of fates
Journey’s of the holy, the adventurer’s delight
Culling mermaids bones with urchins – from intuitive sight

Of these I place my memories, on the dry sea ancient bed

Mixing the millennia of the almighty sacred dead

I place my chest - face to the ground
When it’s time to become one

My restless soul with eternity, to become part

Of the ethereal glow

Crazy Project for the Kids in Class..............

Wacky!!!!!

Contour line drawings - multiple-over-lapping images, glue, water color...........

Phew..........

Even Koda's wondering "what the ......"

My Baby, Rest in Peace Sweet Nikki Nu, mama love.............

Koda or '"Zso-Zso".

Waiting for an unsuspecting birdie to come by - like the ones that sleep on my porch perch.......

Roadrunner!

All in an afternoon, after school, before and after dark....

Life at our house.........

Full Moon of December 10th, 2011

 400 ISO, 1/4 shutter, 4.1 f.stop

400 ISO, 1/60 shutter, 4.1 f.stop

 400 ISO, 1/60 shutter, 3.5 f.stop

Unfortutnately, no tripod on any of them.... 

My Lens..........taking time to gently see..........

Snow Days......... December 5th & 6th 2011

snowflake sea
s. lowery 12/2011

Snowflake dandelions, send feathers to my dreams

Wake up waters from long ago and send into gorging streams

Purging, scoring jagged rocks, on the downhill slide

Smoothing, polishing worn out thoughts
Taking from the rivers to the turning tides
 

Ocean call my name, call me back to be

To swim the kelp beds of my ancestors

Profess my name to the sea
Cleaning foam from seaweed
With sands from the beginning of time
From shore to shore of our ancient world
To the pearl in the oyster born

Each Day We Have a Choice. I Hope That I Choose to View My World as a Beautiful Gem.........

Each day is a miracle.