Photo: Mapua, a moment of nature where colors and light are perfectly balanced.
For this extreme moment, when on a weekday the clean wooden floor would shine in the sunlight through the window, in a complete moment, which cost nothing, which was small in the great scheme of things, but perfect in the microcosm of seconds, you would need to find a language that could speak of this perfect moment.
photo: the tree shows different layers of itself depending on the season. In winter, you can see the tangled complexity of its branches
You will have to follow
the cycle of my seasons
the season of uncertainty,
the cold season
the season of fears
the season of joy
and the hot season
we will go through all these seasons
photo: near my place, winter keeps amazing me
If I were a tree
I would bear fruit
even in winter, for the little
birds and even the big ones
I would be even more beautiful
When stripped of my leaves
I would feed on nothing, on the little leftovers of summer.
I would remind the world
that the earth needs to rest
Photo: the small details have been grabbing my attention lately.
It couldn’t last forever.
that, we knew very well
but we would enjoy it
as long as we could
Walking in the daylight
watching and finally seeing, seeing!
Of course, bad days would come
but today we were living in
the thrills of nature,
its quiet march towards a long sleep
but before it would happen
It would make the leaves fall,
one by one, or in heaps
so as to let the light seep in
on the days of severe cold.
photo: autumn in Nelson
the leaves were falling
from the trees and rustling
under the footsteps of passersby
they walked slowly and
tenderness in the interlacing
of their carefree arms
