How do we blend world news into our daily lives?
More then spooky — when art is left speechless.
Even the sky is red with pastel rage.
Can anyone point the way to a solution?
Humans being human
starts with me.
Cupid’s heart burns like a valentine afire.
Dragons breathe in the frigid air, and exhale colors warmer than they look.
Pinks and purples wait their turn, like patient lovers long for day’s end.
Life’s purple majesty lies in the hearts of we who have eyes to see.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Stay warm, folks!
Aim high and cross the line, when need be.
Crossroads beget geometry.
Your runway lies before you. Shall you trust it?
Or, will you hover and waste precious time?
Fortune belongs to those who race destiny.
Will you burn the dreaded bush on your way down?
Photographs by me²watson
Super Moony Blues arising in the East
meet the Sun’s shadow coming in fast from the West.
What started on my birthday, ended with clouds coming in.
Nevertheless, full Moons brighten open plains
If only one had the power to divide the sky at will, why knot me?
One drip of the Blood Moon?
Uncle Tree had quite a wide variety of visitors last year!
He also got out and around to hug a few special friends.
Then word got out — that old crane told me so!
Fishing in Nebraska is a thrill, but, still, good fish are rare.
Sunburns are much more common.
The uncommon is me —
reeling in 60 years, butterflies, birds,
and the best of beers!
Happy Birthday, Uncle Tree!
Keith Alan Watson