Thoughts

it got icy cold again, after some spring like temps in the mid 50°’s. I’m walking with a neck wrap and my knit cap in 41° drizzle…with wind.walking is reality filled with sanity, fresh breathe shared with the trees, meditative mind wanderings.there are beautiful tiny upside down white flowers, bursting from the wispy cluster of […]

the dark wet clouds flowingbetween the sun and the groundas i walk this pathyesterdays rain fillingshallow wide puddles of standing waterin the low ground…intense reflections as i walk this pathabove me, around me, and reflectedat once present, mirrored, then disappearedas i walk this path

Eduardo Montes-Bradley 1 March 2025 Rider at the OvalA stranger rode into the hall of power,a weary traveler from a battered land.He came not to beg, but to stand,bearing the weight of his people’s sorrow.Yet cruelty met him at the door,words like stones, cold and sharp,not from foes upon the battlefield,but from hands once stretched

late winter day that feels like Springno one but this brown creeperand a chorus of frogswith the seer on a Basalt block The brown creeper (Certhia americana), also known as the American treecreeper, is a small songbird, the only North American member of the treecreeper family Certhiidae.Adults are brown on the upper parts with light