The Night Leap

After several days this week of attempting to capture the bees and butterflies, the toil was rewarded at dusk with a visitation from the
mysterious Hummingbird Clear-wing Moth. Like the butterfly and the bumblebee, he too proved much too quick and elusive for the most part. I did manage to snap three or four before he disappeared into the night.

Eternity Pull

And to which direction are you pulled? The daily struggle, the daily, moment by moment tug of war. The flesh pulling fast toward the darkness, the spirit pulling hard toward the light. Days when we cross the line into the darkness, the strong opponent dragging us through the dirt. Days when we plant the feet against the rock and hold, our bleeding hands straining for the light.
There will come the day, the strong opponent shall be vanquished, we shall let go the rope and cross the line toward the light. Then, there are those who, having spent a life pulling toward the darkness, shall grab the limp rope, yearning for a pull, but gone from the
struggle will be those who would have pulled them from the terrible fall.

Never Ceasing

In the time the laptop was down, I have accumulated several hundred shots of the bumblebees in the azalea bushes. I have spent several hours attempting to capture these fast moving pollen foragers, in different light combinations, shutter settings, deleting far more than I keep. Most are an easy delete as no bee in seen at all in the frame, having escaped capture. Never ceasing in their tireless gathering, never ceasing in my attempt to get the right shot.

Wonder Pony

by john clare

Come Wonder Pony!
Tonight we ride!
Giddy up pony
Watch me dad!

Come Wonder Pony!
Tonight we ride!
Spring up pony
Carry the lad!

Come Wonder Pony!
Tonight we ride!
Rock little pony
Oh how glad!

Come Wonder Pony!
Tonight we ride!
Pretty my pony
Cowpoke all clad!

Come Wonder Pony!
Tonight we ride!
Stars above pony
Westward we glide!

Come Wonder Pony!
Tonight we ride!
Forever my pony
In love abide!

Come Wonder Pony!
Tonight we ride!
Leap high pony
Puddles are wide!

Come Wonder Pony!
Tonight we ride!
Bring your pony
Everyone gallops beside!

Come Wonder Pony!
Tonight we ride!
My little pony
Forever by my side!

Light Guard

by john clare
And who stands before me
peering to the gates above?
Have you the code
to enter into this portal
of light ?
No code?
Shall I let you through
if but for a little peep?
What manner of man
are you
Who dares come
before the light
guard, asking for such grace?
Should I let you glimpse
Then all your kind
will come and
soon erect booths to
sell flights to light
Those of higher status
than you will come
and expect to be
moved at once
to the front.
No.
Return to your shadow
land and learn the proper
code to enter the
land of light.
Few there be that find it.
I trust you can.

Before we wake

by john clare


We wait for what we do not want to arrive,
hide from Him who pursues,
flee that which would make us alive,
wondering why we do as we do.

It has been told be still my soul,
take no thought for your life,
Lily's neither toil yet they grow,
sparrows fly free from strife.

Can one unfold and just bloom?
Lift without the tethered wing?
Find light in the darkest gloom?
Walk on shards and sing?

Then when He whom we flee arrives,
pursued at last our lives to take,
in the moment we were alive,
must we die before we wake?

Sandhill Cranes with Hawk

Sandhill Sleep Over

Yesterday afternoon I spend the good part of two hours at Alligator Lake observing the resting Sandhill Cranes, on a stop over on their journey through. There were hundreds in the dry lake bed, small flocks flying from one group to another, calling the entire time, I suppose gathering friends for the flight.

Sandhill Cranes

Abe the Christian

Today at 10am Abe Lincoln is speaking at the First United Methodist Church on being a Christian. My first reaction to this, not really delving into the subject, it to say, another myth foisted upon a gullible and dumbed down Southern society. But then, I am sure after 203 years, ole Abe has had time to grow in the faith of Lee and Jackson. My thought is, if you have to convince folks you are a Christian, you probably aren't. Did Lee or Jackson go about trying to convince anyone they were thus? By their words and actions they proved their metal. Lincoln, by his actions to me proved otherwise.
I guess now I have to go and see for myself, see if this Abraham Lincoln was not only the be all to end all, but now a Christian.

Memoirs of Whitfield