Rabbit Rabbit O
It's the first glorious day
November has come

A cold has stolen my weekend away
Not much fun from my vantage point
In the bed
Stuffy head
The cool breeze is so nice
From my window

Rarely have I found
Anything half-ly profound
As the Moon on one

How lucky am I
That I have an other half
Who loves it like me

Rabbit Rabbit all
Not only this year will be
Lucky for us all

Icelandic building art.

Walking about the downtown area
of Reykjavik is never boring.
There is always something
to please the eyes
and uplift the spirit
where ever
you look.

If you click on the picture to enlarge,
you can read the words better.

King Snake!
What a treat to see as we were out on a walk at the Lafayette Reservoir. I've seen one in a battle with a Diamond Back Rattle Snake - usually the King Snake wins. The King Snakes are getting scare around here - as are the tarantulas, tarantula wasps, horned toad lizards and velvet ants... all creatures I used to spot often as a kid. I miss those days.

This house is on a family owned farm, which my Bear's Mom spent summers on when she was a girl away up in the West Fjords near Isafjordur.

Driving, driving on
No one ahead or behind
A place I could be

No thought of money
Bills or pain, only sky alive
Sea salt fills the air

Here dreams are born wild
Fresh fodder for a new path
A turn up ahead

I beg of you to double click on the pictures if you want to experience them as they should be seen...

Rabbit Rabbit

September Rabbit
Anniversary of Life
I have loved you since

I wish All of Us
Rabbit Rabbit good luck
In September forever

5 long years ago,
A great magnificent Bear
Stepped back here to me

33 years long
The passage of time amazed
We are meant to be

Like our tails?


Good luck
However it
Presents
It's self

We can
All use it.

It has been a life long dream of mine to see and to interact with puffins. When I was in high school, I had lofty dreams of photographing them out on the far most rocky posts off the coast of Maine where I had heard about a foundling colony of them. I imagined myself sitting as an observer, writing about and documenting my discoveries of their behavior. Of course, I had yet to even lay eyes on my first one.

Then Life happened - and my dreams got buried under layers of mundanity. But those dreams didn't die; they were just laying dormant, waiting for a drop of magic to bring them back to life.


Iceland provided the magic. Truly, it might have been a disaster, because just as we had arrived near Látrabjarg, Vestrjörðum (the furthest western point of Iceland in the West Fjords) my camera needed a new battery pack. I was insane with frustration (just ask G, he will tell you as he rolls his eyes). When we arrived, and without prior knowledge that there would be something special to see there, I saw the little puffins on the extreme edge of the cliff. I couldn't jump out of the car fast enough as I struggled to see them - see and experience them with my own two eyes up close.


Noticing my anguish at being without my camera intermixed with my speechless awe at seeing the little birds so close, my Bear handed over his own camera with which I shot my first shots of my beloved puffins. My eyes were filled with tears of emotion as I watched them hop clumsily over the tufts of grass at the cliff's steep edge, and I could scarcely breathe for fear they would fly away. They were almost childlike in their actions with no fear at all - curiously coming right up to within a foot of where I crouched. I was nearly oblivious of the sheer drop to the crashing waves on the sharp rocks far below, where a sudden gust of wind could easily blow me right over. Instead I was marveling at how small and petite their orange feet were - and how compactly their wings folded close to their bodies after flapping them for a stretch.






Their eyes looked directly into mine - and I felt simply incredible.