Waterscape of Sorts, Pinkness, Pathway

I took the above photo on one of my daily walks.  The setting was along the way towards a paved path I was going to walk on.  This might look like a stream to you, but in actuality, it is water runoff coming down from the hills, due to heavy rains we have had.  I liked the bits of tumbleweed, the branches,  and other bits of dried nature, within the perspective.

Walking a bit further down the paved path, to my right, I saw this view.  Water runoff is also pronounced in this setting, as normally speaking, there would be a flat path that one could cross over, from where I stood, to the the trees in back of the running water.  Once again, nature’s elements ruled the landscape, and turned half of it into a waterscape.

My goodness!  There is pinkness against wood, as I walk further on.  I did like the way the pink contrasted agains the dull brown of the wooden slats.  I hope whoever lost this, came back to find it.

I love pathways, especially ones that twist and turn a bit, and lead me towards wooded areas.  This particular portion of the paved path goes straight into a mini forest, a magical setting, of sorts, in the middle of the city!  I love walking here, breathing in the air, inhaling the essence of what nature has to offer.  The scents are beautiful, from the dewy dampness scents of the landscape after rainfall, to the scents that the trees, branches and leaves give off, to the smells of small wildlife inhabitants.  I adore the birds that fly about, and twitter over the pathways, speaking to each other in musical tones, natural melodies to my ears.

What is there not to love when walking within natural environments!

Have a wonderful day, or evening, whatever your time zone is.  Thank you for stopping by.

All photos and prose are Copyright, Lorri M>

Reflections

A very wise man once told me that you can’t look back – you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future. -Jodi Picoult

My role in society, or any artist’s or poet’s role, is to try and express what we all feel.  Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.  -John Lennon

 

Warrioress

Bearing
the unbearable
weighted burdens
inwardly silent
enlightening
while others
projected
negative
judgements
adversity
enabled
strength
to illuminate
and conquer
the obstacles
in quietude
positively
empowering
courageous
determination
emboldening
a radiating
warrioress

Copyright Lorri M.

Gratitude, Not Attitude

Before, After

Trees exhale for us so that we can inhale them to stay alive. Can we ever forget that? Let us love trees with every breath we take until we perish.

-Munia Khan

Nothing on this earth is standing still. It is either growing or it’s dying. No matter if it’s a tree or a human being.

-Lou Holtz

Photographs Copyright Lorri M.

My Love Affair

Yes, I have a love affair with trees, and have since childhood.  It began when I was a child in Queens, New York, and on outings to Central Park, with my parents.  The wonder, the awe, the pure bliss that I felt, surrounded by those beautiful sentinels, masterpieces of the landscape, overflowed within me.  I felt alive, looking at them, and a sense of something innate, that I cannot describe, to this day.

Those childhood memories were the foundation of my adoration of trees, and their connections to land, habitat, and the beauty of their structural assists.

My senses continue to hold, envelope all of the beauty of the landscapes before me.  Childhood visuals were imprinted, implanted within my psyche.  I love their scents, and their often weathered bark, striated from the elements they have endured.  I love their colorful rainbows during autumn, and their rough appearance during wintertime, and their softness that the branches hold, during spring and summer, with leaves flowing in the breeze.  Whether they may have collapsed, arched into forms that seem unimaginable, seeing their branches strive to embrace the earth, and continue on with their lives, brings me indescribable comfort.

I am in another world, when surrounded by trees.  I breathe in their serenity, inhaling, exhaling, mindful of the moment, and moments, before me.  Trees bring me strength, peace, continuity through the days, whether negative or positive, trees revive me from the mundane of daily living, setting me free from the ordinary.  Their very presence, their existence, connects me to nature, and I revere them, giants, sages of the earth.  Trees evoke emotions that escape from me.  Wonderstruck is not dramatic, or strong enough, of a word used to describe how I feel about them.  My love affair with them, is endless.

Photographs and prose are Copyright Lorri M.