Curious Things Noticed

 I wasn't even going to take photos today, since we'd just been to The Bridge so recently. But then my eyes fell on curious things...

Someone has been busy gathering long branches by the river. I wonder what was or will be their plan? Curious, I'll have to look the next time I'm there. The long branch that has been there is now in a new location, near this pile.

Sweet - The Ballroom Blitz - Disco/Promo Clip 27.10.1973 (OFFICIAL)

LINK 4:10 minutes

This song popped into my head while half listening to tonight's news. Yeah.

I then spent a long, long time listening to old music. After hearing multitudes of 1970's singer-songwriter songs, it came to me that maybe what is missing today are songs with empathy. The youth of today could use that. We all could.

When the the stiff, hot breeze blew...we got an amazing light show within the the underside of the leaves.

 The glaring sun made the sandy river bottom glaringly white and the water soaked green, especially green. I wondered how the fallen tree would react if we were to get big rains, like we got last December. Fingers crossed we will find out come winter.

Lots of markings, some understandable, some sweetly authentic. The many spots of green spray paint seemed to mark something related to the sewer covers/lines. There were little green flags too. The rocks and autumn-colored ribbons...well, I have no idea what those were all about!

Things blooming caught my eye after a recently watched watercolor video. More on that soon.

Today I threw a "Garden Party" on the little loom. I love how cheerful this Garden Series Medicine Bag is. It makes me smile and that's a good thing.

*Note to self: That deep 'blue' yarn is really a deep purple, as seen in the previous bags. Indoor nighttime light...grrr...

Tonight's moon gave me a pause and a smile...and a moment of peace.

What does each location or activity offer up to you?

 

May you remain curious

May you smile

May you feel peace-filled moments, wherever you may be

xo

#goodenough

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2026

Light, Shadow and Heat

 

Light, Shadow and Heat...

Three words holding meaning in many world and living contexts. Nature, art, photography...emotional or spiritual life. Going towards the light...in the heat of the moment...shadow relationships. Everywhere one lands there is Light, Shadow and Heat.

Slightly cooler in the morning, but the heat of the day still stands strong. The photos above are from the drive "up to the gate". You've seen it all before. It's a good place to soak in some nature when it is too hot to walk. The clouds hung on the edges of the surrounding mountains, threatening - but nary a drop of rain falls. This is common. I frequently try to capture that which can't be captured. I adore these clouds. Leaves shimmer in the sun and shadows swallow the dry creek bed, where an injured tree and a lone patio table present a hot August still life.

Clouds hang in the sky, just beyond the bridge. The wild river flows clear and completely disappears in the green growth now. Hidden beneath the shining wet leaves, moving towards the sea.

On Wednesdays, there is a Farmer's Market at our local hospital. It is more of a food vendor event, with a little produce. We got fresh sourdough bread and a cake-like chocolate chip & walnut cookie, along with strawberries and blueberries. It was all yummy!

The City Park clouds danced across the sky, while the brand new grocery carts stood at attention, ready for service. 😄 No crazy wheels on these babies! The swallows have moved on, but the local grocery crows yuck it up as always.

My garden of weaving has grown and flourished. 3 Medicine Bags in the garden and one ready to party! 

I've been missing my rosemary bush at the old place as a place to photograph in the daylight. So, today I went to the patio to try for better, truer light.

Above, from left to right: "Wild Garden"..."Midnight in the Garden"..."Nature's Blooms"

Below: "Party!" This one is made for someone who likes black & white, has a great sense of humor and believes in having fun!

I've had a really good time weaving again. I'm deciding on colors for the next one and will happily take suggestions! My yarn stash is narrowing down to colors I love best and use the most...blues, greens, browns, so I'm getting creative with color mixing. The black here will not be used again, because it is a mess! There is black fuzz everywhere!

Weaving the Party Bag was a good activity while the power was out, again. It went out for about one hour on August 7th. Today it was out for over 2 hours. It is hot to have no power, but I'm thankful it did not last that long. The last time it went out, I walked up front to get information. A few residents were gathering in the lobby. The elevator was out, with someone in it! Another resident was trying to get help for her neighbor as she was stuck in her partly raised up electric chair (one of those chairs that raises the seat, putting the human on their feet). She could not get out on her own and the neighbor could not support her weight to help her. While we've often talked about the perks - or not- of living with an elevator, I had never considered an electric chair! We checked battery sizes for our flashlights and plan to get some new ones to freshen them up. But, I hope power outages don't become a regular thing!

The yarn below is one of my all time favorites. I absolutely love it. I have had this one skein for years, using it here and there. Some of you may even know it personally. I love the colors and the little curly cues. I had a little girl in my classroom years ago that had curls like these!

What are you up to in the hot days of summer?

 

May you stay strong in the light

May you breeze through the shadows

May you survive the heat

xo

#goodenough

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2026

On A Tuesday

 

Greeted by a fence lizard, blue belly and small face poking up.

Returning to the Bridge on another hot day.

Warm breeze stirs up feelings

As firetrucks pass by

The last of the "Theo of Golden" research done

She has traveled the world through music, languages, art and museums

She has explored unknown vocabulary and ideas

Her world has been expanded and she is content

Dvořák's song 'Lasst mich allein' , played on the cello with subtitles

LINK 4:17 minutes

"The Swan is an enchanted bird, Or so the legends tell, And certain he plays the part exceptionally well, He proudly arches up his neck, To show that he's in charge. As royal as the figurehead on any royal barge. But if you ask him: If it's true what fairytales portray, He simply gives a knowing look, And slowly glides away."

The lush riverside brush sits still in the weight of high heat

The water runs clear, bringing memories of her youth

and a trip to Mineral King

But nothing else moves

Carnival of the Animals - The Swan (Original Music Video)

LINK 4:06 minutes

"Springtime. An end with a future" - Theo of Golden

She checks on the tree that won't give up

She considers that, giving up, as she often wonders

What am I doing here on this blog?

How does it matter at all?

Who am I talking to?

Stats show up as thousands of people 

in countries where she knows no one.

Those she once knew here, have moved on

Do her rants or poetic wording or recording serve anyone but her?

Who cares what she ate for breakfast?

Or if she gets frustrated by shoelaces that won't remain tied?

Or some tired story from days gone by...

Days gone by.

Who are the 14.8K people of Brazil or the 9.47K people of India or the 8.6K in Vietnam?

Where is Seychelles? Google will tell her.

The same river

Some walking

Reports of air quality and temperature and things being made

These simple things that make up a life

Health concerns brushed away

Psychological introspection kept to herself

As are the judgmental observations of the world around her

Viewed as not fair to the others, or herself, or humanity

Yet, she is driven to keep going

To make visible a quiet life

To remember it for herself

And her thousands of fans world wide 

Who is she talking to?
Perhaps that does not matter after all.

* She fully realizes that her viewers may not be real, but are instead bots or online hacking or? But, sometimes she likes to imagine otherwise.

**BTW~ Images of Seychelles are beautiful!

What do you wonder about?

 

May you bear the questions

May you bare your truth

May you move forward

xo

#goodenough

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2026

Exhilarating!!

 

River visit...admiring green and noticing the narrow channels of the river.

A man strolls through the water carrying a small child.

The weather is perfect.

As we move across the bridge, we notice a year stamp at the far end of the bridge. 1923 (8?). Pondering ensues. How have we never noticed this before? Why that year? The bridge was built then? Tonight at home, I learn more of the history. You can read that HERE. Ah-ha! So interesting!

Most of the visit was our usually stuff...noticing and counting lizards, noticing new or taller growth and so on. However today, once we crossed the bridge and passed the rock circle...we noticed two - wait, no three hawks flying low over the mustard meadow. Two were really low and circling each other, the third was further off and higher in the brown-blue sky. We stopped to watch the show. One cried and cried as they circled and at one moment, it looked as if they were trying to mate. What a dance!! 

It was exhilarating!! I couldn't stop watching and trying for a photo, but mostly watching. They were so low over us...looking to be flying right towards us. I spun in circles, keeping my eye on them...I tried to continue my walk and found myself rooted to the ground beneath them, unable to move. My heart was full and open and soaring. After several minutes, we saw and heard a fourth hawk over the power lines a little ways off. I could not contain my glee!

Join me here, through these photos, to be in the wild moments of nature!

Of course, anyone who comes here knows my camera does not capture my visions in the world of birds. They look further away, blurry and generally cruddy. The distance aspect is never correct, so mountains look far away, trees smaller. But, maybe between my words and my photos together, one can imagine.

The air quality was again not good, even if it was cooler today. The mountains beyond can't even be seen from the trail.

After we finally walked on, we spotted a delicate hawk feather in the brush on the side of the trail.

Back at the bridge again, I am amazed that this one yellow Cottonwood leaf managed to land right on the railing. I consider how the trees are already showing yellow leaves...in June!

Then...THEN LOOK...one of the hawks we'd watched fly off had come to sit on the fallen tree!  What a beauty. Again, I could not leave! J. was patient and I finally forced myself to head out. What a day!

Others stopped to look and take photos too. Hawk did not move. As we headed towards the car, Hawk began to call out again...over and over, the wild cries rung out. I left with a full heart.

What has left you feeling exhilarated?

 

May you stop as long as you like

May you love the wild birds

May you smile with the flowers

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2026