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Time ticks away.
Upon this time we have come. Some things lost. Some things gained.
Some that have stayed the same. The pendulum that swings left to right.
The perfect balance in constant flux.
A clock that ticks faster the older we get. And yet has been holding that same steady constant rhythm since I became aware. Tick, tick, tick......
I look past. And think about tomorrow.
Stuck. Stranded. Mired in human routine. Pay the bills. Go to work. Make a difference.
Those days of past were golden. But a new age has begun. The pendulum continues to swing.
The mind soars above and beyond the cosmos to far away places. On feathers I fly beyond human confine.
Science, by some, may leach the art of my devotions. Yet art is science. Both fiercely engaged in the pursuit of something bigger than ourselves.
Lost I was in my early studies of biology. Now I find myself back at her doorsteps decades later.
Migration. Hibernation. Leaves drop. Older I become. One cycle laps into another.
In the background, the clock on the wall ticks. Ticks. ticks away........
Written after a few glasses of Pinot Noir:) More to come....
Upon this time we have come. Some things lost. Some things gained.
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| Kaibab Squirrel |
Some that have stayed the same. The pendulum that swings left to right.
The perfect balance in constant flux.
A clock that ticks faster the older we get. And yet has been holding that same steady constant rhythm since I became aware. Tick, tick, tick......
I look past. And think about tomorrow.
Stuck. Stranded. Mired in human routine. Pay the bills. Go to work. Make a difference.
Those days of past were golden. But a new age has begun. The pendulum continues to swing.
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| Mule Deer |
The mind soars above and beyond the cosmos to far away places. On feathers I fly beyond human confine.
Science, by some, may leach the art of my devotions. Yet art is science. Both fiercely engaged in the pursuit of something bigger than ourselves.
Lost I was in my early studies of biology. Now I find myself back at her doorsteps decades later.
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| Wild Turkeys |
In the background, the clock on the wall ticks. Ticks. ticks away........
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| Western Bluebird |
Written after a few glasses of Pinot Noir:) More to come....
Nice post, Chris! I enjoyed your writing and the photos. Love the ears on that cute Kaibab squirrel and the yellow trees are gorgeous. Have a happy weekend!
ReplyDeletebeautiful scenes. love the squirrels!
ReplyDeleteBrings back wonderful memories of your visit. Nice reflections.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad we did it when we did it :-) or we would've never seen those fall colors!
Deletehis ears look rabbit like
ReplyDeleteI need to branch out from Cabernet (or dark roast coffee), maybe I'll write better?
ReplyDeleteWestern Bluebird...always liked their fleeting visits in spring and fall at the old homestead. Looks like a northern AZ trip?
Definitely a north trip to the north rim of the Grand Canyon :-)
DeleteI love the photo of the robin fluffing his wings. So cute!
ReplyDeleteBeing a student for life is a nice way of dealing with the "tick tick" thing even if being a teacher may occur at tha same time.
ReplyDeleteA reflective post and a nice combo of the written word with your lovely photos.The fall colours in the landscapes are gorgeous.Have never seen the Kalibab Squirrel before, kind off looks like a rabbit!
ReplyDeleteHave a good Sunday.:)
Beautiful reflective post and lovely photos Chris. Wonderful to see the autumnal colours and I love the squirrel :)
ReplyDeleteVery thought provoking message. Beautiful pictures!
ReplyDeleteVery well-written, Chris. Life does go on --doesn't it???? Seasons change; we change... YET---we keep on keeping on!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat words and set of photos.... Love the yellows. Are those Aspens???? We saw them showing off their yellow last year in September when in Colorado.
Hugs,
Betsy
So that's the secret of your poetry, Chris!!!!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post from you, as always.
I have a real soft spot for squirrels, although the 'grays', brought over from the Americas many years ago, have taken over from the native 'reds', which now only thrive in a few small pockets over here. The result is that there are many among the birdwatching community that despise the Grey Squirrel - but I'm not one!
Ciekawe przemyślenia o tick, tick :). Zdjęcia sliczne, a wiewiórki uwielbiam. Pozdrawiam.
ReplyDeleteInteresting thoughts about the tick, tick :). Photos very pretty, and I love squirrels. Yours.
Poetic and beautiful. Love all the photos!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant mix of reflection on life, poetic words, and great nature photos. That must have been some good wine!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and well said! :o)
ReplyDeleteWow, October the North Rim is close to closing soon. I remember seeing wild turkeys in those long grassy meadows. And I can't believe you could find one of those skunk looking Kaibab Squirrels.
ReplyDelete*smile*
Oops, my bad. Went back up and saw the Squirrel. I guess I was looking for more white bushy tail.
ReplyDeleteBTW, just some interesting natural history note. TURKEYS!!!
The Turkeys which are now very abundant and prolific in San Diego County were originally from a stock relocated from the midwest and they didn't fare so well. It wasn't until a biologist introduced the Rio Grande Turkey from Texas that they bred and interbred with the first remnants that success exploded. Those turkeys can apparently take more heat and dry climate.
Back in 2011 when my wife and I visited, we were driving Hwy S-2 in San Diego county which runs between Scissors Crossing south of Julian and Hwy 78 to the town of Ocotillo next to Interstate 8. Somewhere on the desert floor below Mount Laguna between Box Canyon and Vallecito Creek in a Mesquite Bosque, we actually saw a whole flock of those Turkeys down in the desert. Who would have thunk it ?
Cheers, Kevin
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