Paradigm shift spots...

I get lonely in the city sometimes. I get a little down and out. Every now and then as I'm making my way through the infrastructure of the city my thought process gets swept to a new position. I suddenly view the things around me from a different time or from a surreal vantage. Take this house for instance, my guess is that it is at least eighty years old. The thought of how the space looked when this structure was constructed comes to mind. I think of how many full moons have passed by it, like this one. The molecules that were taken from the Earth to make a tree, that very tree planed into boards and reassembled as a house. The decay of those boards as the earth takes back what it once gave, and a sole individual pondering how it all came to be and where it will go. It feels good to know that we are made of the same stuff as the stars.

the smell of a petal...

It is a wonderful day when I can apply my patience and attention toward such beautiful creatures as these. They talk to me with their beauty.

Utopia...

The fine subtle hints of meticulously crafted tastes and smells swirl over my tongue and through my nostrils. The molecular compounds of vanilla, roses, ripe pears and chocolate vibrate my taste buds like a bell and send wondrous messages to my brain's receptors. Fireworks of electrical impulses fill my core as my eyes flutter and visions of Bacchus' age of crafts acts as a muse once again. Forget about politics, if even for just a moment.

corvus corax...

There is something strange about a murder of crows. They are like the pirates of the air. Cunning characters always flying in numbers never to stray too long. They have no insignia, no morals, and a distinguishable language, you know when they are coming.

flowers...

In all the world very few things are as beautiful as a full flower in bloom waiting for the winds and insects to consummate its lovemaking with another nearby bloom. Many flowers tell a humble bee to land on it by means of infrared markings. Orchids mimic an insect in full by having its bloom resemble a worthy mate of its own species. Plants, especially those that bloom, have far surpassed so many other life forms with their inter-genus love dance and empathy. And humans, oh how our senses tingle with the mere symbol of a flower. If only they could sing.

crater lake...

I went on a bending journey with my love this late summer. We gawked at sunrises over the ocean and looked up the tallest trees in the world... some of the oldest too. We slept in tree houses, drank Bailey's and coffee, we went deep into caves. We as humans are quite fortunate to be able to think about the splendor of nature and all the happenings that are out of our control. The Earth is like a fine wine that is ever-changing in taste and age. I am just so excited to be able to think of such an occurrence on a plane outside of ignorance.

fe·roc·i·ty...

The quality or state of being ferocious.