Sun Worship

Despite having had melanoma many years ago, I freely admit that I worship the sun.

Not in the way I did as a stupid teenager, lying on a towel atop an asphalt driveway, after having slathered myself in baby oil. 

But in a respectful way, wandering (in long pants, long socks over the pants, long-sleeved man's shirt, wind jacket as much for the pockets as any other reason, hat) somewhere, anywhere beautiful things can be found. 

Like these:

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water and algae

children at Lake Cheston

crocus

marmalade cat.

Everyone needs some sun. 

What Light Does

in early morning,

a sunny morning, 

one of the first 

so early 

in a long time, 

makes magic.

Lake Cheston ABCedarian Day 6: G

Gobs of green algae.

February 25, 2014

Another Kind of Blooming

Oh, what tangled webs algae weave,

binding me to one spot,

not once, but three times in one day,

holding me in thrall

like the tiny dark fish struggling its way

through bloom to bloom.