maple leaves
wiggle in the rain
an empty swing
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Photo: Danville, Indiana, c.b.w. 2014
For years this tree swing swayed back and forth in the summer breeze. However, I never once saw anyone actually swinging on it. It always made me wonder if it was still in use or just a relic left over from a childhood long gone. This past summer, I walked the familiar route into town and found the tree swing was gone. Now, it’s a story I’ll never know.
Words: c.b.w. 2019
the song ends
no one gives
a passing thanks
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Photo: Busker, Galway, Ireland, c.b.w. 2009
Walking down the street in any European city is an adventure as you are surrounded by the past and present with dizzying delight. People rush past heading to work or tourists stop to take pictures of the architecture. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, there is music on every corner. Buskers play every instrument imaginable – their tunes and voices echoing down the streets. It’s a cacophony of melody and jingling change tossed into instrument cases. It’s chaotic and soothing … it’s beautiful.
Words: c.b.w. 2019
a blushing sky
fall with me
into the abyss
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Photo: Sunset, St. Pete’s Beach, Florida, c.b.w. 2018
Sunset is my favorite time to visit the beach. It’s quiet, the colors are spectacular, and the waves seem to slow down just a bit. The water curls around my ankles and the sand rolls between my toes, a gentle soothing reminder that it’s time to let the day go and embrace the stillness of stars and the moon. Little by little the light dims, turning the sky from blue to raven, while the water darkens into a peaceful abyss.
Words: c.b.w. 2019
passing clouds
thoughts of you
drift into blue
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Photo: Pontresina, Graubünden, Switzerland, c.b.w. 2018
I captured this moment from the window of a train! The pastoral beauty of Switzerland with it’s snow-capped mountains and cow-filled fields was beyond anything I could have imagined. Crisp, clean air reminded me how to breathe, while the blue in the sky is so deep you can’t help but daydream as the clouds pass by. This place is magical and I can’t wait to visit again someday.
Words: c.b.w. 2019
lost
a soft whisper
leads us home
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Photo: Proxy Falls, Oregon, c.b.w. 2015
Some views make you work for it. A friend and I drove from Portland, Oregon into the wilds of the Willamette National Forest. We got lost more than once, almost ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and she could have sworn a bear was following us as we hiked the trail, (there was no bear, but I digress). It wasn’t long before the trail turned into more of a suggestion and we had to guess where the waterfall might be … that’s when we started listening. We followed the sound of cascading water until we finally spotted it through the trees. This hidden beauty was worth all the obstacles and imaginary bears. What a view!
Words: c.b.w. 2019
