“Hey, a guy’s gotta’ eat!”
During the time we lived in Costa Rica, I had the opportunity to observe and photograph so many beautiful and interesting animals and insects. During our own Spring here in the US, they are going through the hot, humid season that precedes the rainy months in CR, when things are washed down and made ready for the renewal that comes for them during our cold Winter months. During this hot time the natural fruits and vegetation that many of the animals feed on becomes very sparse. They get really resourceful in order to survive. This Capuchin monkey was using a piece of bark shredded from a cut tree to dig around inside for the termite delicacy he dined on. A lot of work for a small reward. We could learn a lot by looking more closely at this world’s original inahbitants.
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“Things are coming along nicely, Camera Lady. I see you have added more herbs and some color to your garden. I love it. I could swear we have met before…”
Little Green hung around and talked with me, or should I say he listened to me talk, for quite some time with keen interest. He even allowed me to get a few closeups of him before scurrying away. I look forward to tomorrow when he might return.
So, I can’t add any more photos. Apparently WordPress is trying to force me into Premium mode so I may not be back at all. If that is the case I will also be cancelling my regular site at tropicalaffair.me. I don’t like the service or the new tactics of this web system lately.
I hope you all have a great rest of your week. I’l be out there somewhere…..
against the current..
to the darkness…
The light within
not by the sword
but the word..
so many words-
so quickly slips away…
as a child’s blown bubble,
lost on the winds
for the weary
teary eyed dreamer.
we seldom recognize magnificence until it is gone..
we are not forever in this dream,
of the soul.
Will you say you know me
on the far side of eternity?
Will you even recognize my face
in that strange, exotic place
of forgotten sorrows?
I am the piece that
the square peg
in a sea of round
I shall not forget,
that we met-
copyright words and images CKP 2019
In the twinkle of an eye..
As softly passing by,
Life nods and grins
at the child within
our eager souls.
we circle back on all
we thought we learned and knew-
so bound by emotion,
our devotion to the dream
reigns supreme before all
may the odds be
ever in our favor..
as we savor
to the bonds so
warm and tender-
we are engrossed
in the stories that we write
with blood and tears about
this so called Life.
and the flutter of wings
will carry us home…
copyright words and images 2019
As if the world isn’t already in frightening, full tilt, yet another gorgeous Supermoon arrives to nudge the sleeping lunatics…
She winks sleepily and you smile,
she seems so sultry, mysterious…
Hiding behind the veil of her Daughter’s world,
shyly she teases your senses…
You watch, mesmerized, as she
slips into view, breathlessly anticipating
her full magnificence.
Her powers are ancient and most are overwhelmed by them.
Be confident! Walk on…or run!
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“I’m afriad you’ve caught me with my feathers down!” 🙊
White Ibis in Port Orange, Florida. We call them Florida chickens. So abundant and so beautiful.
In a moment it could all change,
a life and its contents rearranged.
In the blink of an eye
without knowing why
in time grow wide
we slip inside,
When will we learn?
Pristine landscape, abundant wildlife, courtesy Costa Rica conservation.
Living perfection, courtesy of the Creator. Show some respect before it disappears again.
I have been so discouraged that the majority of people I meet and speak to daily care nothing about what the future holds-for our planet, our country, or our mental and emotional well-being. It would seem people are most comfortable complacently assuming things will somehow just work themselves out. And I meet so few ready to fight for a better way, not even willing to speak out for it. I long to live on an island, not be an island surrounded by a sea of heartless humans…
(The Enya is for you, Debbie. We shared everything. Still miss you so much.)