No gardener worked to create the strange song of the blues this leaf sings, alone on the wind.
No one designed this quiet intermingling of clinging lichens and springing moss, sharing secrets on a damp branch.
Ravaged to their core, grasses still bow and send soft arabesques into the cold.
And stalks of fireweed wind their wacky way to the sky, innocent of human intention.
I have no argument with gardeners or human intent though. I know –
with or without our intervening helping hands,
there’s beauty out there,
balancing
along with us
on the precipice
of the darkest day
of the year.
Photos taken recently at Juanita Bay Park, Kirkland, Washington.
bluebrightly 
Beautiful photos, beautiful words.
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Thank you! – and I’m enjoying the variety on your blog – great photos.
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Just lovely shots!
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Thank you!
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The perfect marriage of words and images – a lovely solstice post.
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I was feeling like I needed to post something, without a plan. Sometimes that’s when things work out well. thank you!
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lovely…glad to find your blog 🙂 and thanks for stopping by mine too.
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Thank you very much!
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Well seen, well selected, well captured and beautifully presented.
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Terrific, Louis. Thanks a lot. Everyone’s comments bring light on dark days, right?
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Love your shots and love your words. Good post
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Thank you!!
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Your posts deserve a much-larger audience! Here’s to amazing new people in your cheering section! z
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Thanks Lisa! I enjoyed putting this together.
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