Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts

Monday, August 21, 2023

Railroad Bridge Before and After

 


Saturday, looking East


Today, looking East.

Notice how the trees, brush etc. are plastered to the ground!



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Saturday, looking West - towards the 5 Freeway...

...and today, looking West - towards the 5 freeway.


I'll keep it short and sweet for this post and throw my other pics up later.

May you marvel in the Wild that is Mother Nature!

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2023 

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Two

 #1 - I listened to most of this on my lunch break and am putting it here in case you want to listen too or if I want to find it again.

There are two parts in this episode...dreams and getting good sleep. I am a vivid dreamer, even waking up tired! I wanted to take a nap today after listening🙂 

Dreams & Sleep

The fine line divides, but the light captures

#2 - I may want to listen to this one later, so I'm saving it. It may go along with my thoughts of telling all of the stories of our bedraggled humanity.

Pain and Suffering

Beauty in the Ordinary went back to the children's world, to be discovered again


Today there was a tent for the Queen of her world from this post. 

Tomorrow, more rain.


May you sleep well and suffer productively!

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021

Sunday, December 26, 2021

What the Rain & Grace Gave

 She walks the narrow sidewalk, back towards the workplace

Lunch break ending, rain pouring

Her over-sized puffy green jacket keeps the rain off

of her back as she bends down to retrieve the glistening ordinary gem

the hood slipping down over her eyes, creating a world only to herself

A nearby puddle provides a place to wash away the wet earth,

which clings to the granite, regardless of the falling rain

Damp and wrapped in a paper towel, the rock makes its way home with her,

where days later the wet glistening has faded, 

but the magic has not



May you truly hear the stories from others

May you be open 

May you love the ordinary



*Thanks to Grace and Emrie for sharing magic rocks, of all kinds.


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Recent Days

Recent Days
Days gone by
Viewed car-bound, commuting
Leisurely walking in and out of
home.

Our home.
At times our sanctuary  from the world at large.
At times.

Work walks.
Sanctuary of another kind.
Life,

Come along, won't you?
*As always, click on photo to enlarge

The day after I posted a comment saying 
these flowers that are usually in bloom by now - are not.
Bam, up they all popped! 
Love these bulbs, here when I moved in 17 years ago and evidently, 
still going strong.


Mama rose, blooming and happy in a refreshed, refilled pot of soil.


Wild with new growth from all of the rain!
The gardeners knocked off my poor Indian's feather.  Boo Hoo.


Seen at the weekly shopping.  Pretty wild!


These things are huge!

And we got to sample one!


Sweet, dry, crunchy...mango like flavor.


Also seen while shopping.
For some reason the idea of Maxwell House 
celebrating Passover gave me a pause.


More rain and they look pretty battered.
No worries though, they were back to their perky selves soon after!


Arriving home to another storm

*Altered photo
It was so BLACK in this direction!!
I tried to alter the photo to really capture how it looked, 
as my camera didn't do a very good job.
This was close, not perfect.
 This was the night our valley got rain, thunder, lightening, and hail!
Big deal for SoCal!


Tiny delicate flower lifts my spirits on my work walk.
It was about the size of a dime!


Work neighborhood soil, dirt, earth.
I have a fascination of the different shades of Earth.
Like people-colored crayons used in preschools.
I thought I'd finally snap a picture of one of the colorations (my word) 
I'd been noticing. 
I keep thinking a window ledge with glass bottles of Earth would really be something, wouldn't it?

*Note: I'm going to try and binge blog.  I've taken so many photos lately 
of things I want to remember here. So, bare with me or ignore me altogether! 

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Birds of Feather and a Sinkhole


 Saw this guy driving home a couple of weeks ago.  Just there sitting on the parking lot wall of the church down the road.  Sitting there looking huge!  I made a quick u-turn and went back for some zoomed in pictures.

*AS USUAL, CLICK ON PHOTOS TO ENLARGE*


 Holiday card form The Boy's in-laws.
Another great looking bird!
They are in need of a lot of extra light and love right about now.
Sending that across the states. ↣


So majestic. 


Calling out my presence?
 

Eating grass
 

More calling.
I couldn't get enough.
Sat for a long while, just looking.


We've had so much rain the last weeks.
It is needed and beautiful and makes for one heck of a commute.
 


A couple of Friday's ago...the day we got really drenched...
surface streets flooded, a lot.  Freeways flooded, a lot.
The 5 (on my way home, if I choose to take it) was completely closed, 
under 5 feet of water, at rush hour.
It has been a lot.  Period.
Work babies have been inside for days at a time.
Period.


The sun does break through, dry things up a bit.
The 'lake' in the back 40 gets bigger and then smaller again, depending on the day.
And one of the neighbor's 'new' trees cracked and fell, others were pruned hard for safety.
 

Remember years back when all of my trees were removed?
I ranted and raved and was so sad. 
I don't bother with that anymore.
Things come and go.
There seems to be much bigger worries these days 
than the trees in the back forty.
Not that I don't miss and mourn them, I still do.
Just quieter, I guess. 
 

Neighbor's crap and the dwindling 'lake'.


On the days when the sun pushes through...
everything is so bright green it almost hurts your eyes!
Every mound, hill, nook and all of the crannies are 
bursting with blades of brilliant green grasses. 
It is like the old song...
"Spring is busting out all over..."!
The house above belonged to my EX's grandparents.
It still stills alone on the same hill, 
lived in by some other family member I believe. 
I drive by it every work day.


Idea Drawer
In my son's old desk, I had an idea drawer, 
where I'd drop scraps of paper scribbled with art ideas.
Ideas never started.
Yet. a creative immersion that saved me during some tough years.
I decided it was time to get rid of this paper pile.
First thought: Toss it all, un-looked at (probably shoulda done that!)
Next thought: Burn them in some sort of 'letting go' ceremony.
Another thought: Give them a quick once over, then toss (started that)
The thing is, I still remember and like some of these ideas.
Maybe I will do this one or that one!  (NOT)
There was a bunch of other writings that I didn't even remember being in there.
I guess I'm glad those weren't tossed.  Maybe.
I did get rid of a small amount.
Now what?
→ Toss rest anyway?
→ Add to the Shoe Project? 
→ Type into a Word Doc? Or photograph ones I like?
→ Make into 'new' paper? ~ Idea came from something Velma said, 
really know I won't get to that.
→ Keep wishing my scribbles, ideas, words and drawings 
were as talented and inspiring as those of others?  
How fruitless is that?  Ridiculous! 

I just keep going in circles and now realize 
that I now have a paper pile out in the open, bothering me...
instead of tucked into a drawer, out of sight, 
but at the back of my mind! 
De-cluttering is complicated.

So, instead I pull out another cloth to fool around with on my lunch break.
Something else to start and maybe finish?
I've thought recently that maybe I should give up the idea of finishing.
This one is a rusty sun and moon to me.
Fold-flap of the cloth diaper now sewn down. 

It is raining again today.
On and Off.
That's good...gives the roads some time in between to dry up.
I'm thinking in between is an OK place to be.
Learned of the reason for a standing X shovel barricade out front. 
Turns out, we have a small sinkhole of our own.
It tried to eat my neighbors car.  Her car is out now. 

It is pretty deep, deeper of to the right.
I tried to get the best estimate I could without falling in!
Hard to believe her car was stuck in this!
 

Makes me wonder what will happen with more rain?
Whose responsibility is it to fix this?
Does it matter that there is a utility box in the ground right near this?
 
Trying not to let this give me "the ground could fall away from you at any minute" feeling!
Or the "Where will the next 'sinkhole' be in 2017" feeling? 
Oh well, what can one do?
Here's to enjoying and appreciating the moment,
getting rid of the old, 
and walking lightly into the future.
Love to all,
⇜Nancy⇝ 
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017

Friday, August 3, 2012

Summer Storm


I notice a certain smell...hear a certain sound.
Is it?
YES!!!  Yes, it is a summer storm! 
I run outside, head back, arms spread wide.
Raindrops the size of loose pocket change.
First one, then a few...then many pound the pavement, pound the brown earth.  The flash of light warns me.  The crack of thunder fills me.   The scent of rosemary holds me.
There is nothing, and I mean Nothing like a summer thunderstorm!
As the clouds shift and move, begin to clear, the hummingbirds come out to play!  And there are many visiting today!
They zoom and feed and fly right by me, buzzing loudly.
They seemed to love the fresh rain air as much as I do! 















Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2012