Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2012
In a long abandoned oil refinery, amongst the trash and rusty bits or broken glass...where the remnants of old toys and chairs are strewn about...there was a word.
Just one word, spray-painted on a broken wall.
Almost graffiti, if you saw the paint without looking for the meaning.
When I first saw it, I pondered who could have left 'hope' behind?
I was perplexed at the meaning as related to this location.
Shall we keep 'hope' alive, even in a place as desolate as this one?
Is that what someone was trying to communicate?
So I kept this word, I held it gently as I continued exploring.
There were wild flowers and native plants coming up in the most unlikely places.
Some were straggly, yet some were thriving. While there were tiny bones to be found, there were also small mammals skittering for cover at the sound of our footsteps.
There were birds singing or calling to one another.
Insects meandering. Lizards doing push-ups.
There were butterflies.
So many signs of Hope, if you look through a lens that shines the light of beauty.
Today was a day to dust off that lens, to put on the rose colored glasses.
Today we lost more trees. The landlord had 5 elm trees on the property line and one little grapefruit tree removed.
If I could upload pictures, I would show you.
Just imagine a big open space and dirt and you've got my backyard.
I noticed the hummingbirds were not affected. They've been busy all day and are bedded down, somewhere, for the night.
And I think of Joe as I now live in my own 'big sky country'!
I project what future sunsets may look like on the nights where blue runs into pink and explodes into a fiery red.
Tonight the bats are extra active, perhaps stirred up by change.
The forecast for tomorrow is HOT. Again.
Now that I have my own desert, maybe I should build a raft like Grace!
For more beauty and 'hope'...
go visit Mo who has been creating feathered poetic beauty.