boat

the basin – day 518

a quiet morning of fog and smoke haze

PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has 


			

	
	



			
				


		

		
the basin – day 517
	


		

		






the fog rolling in





PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has 





somehow her broken 
reality made mine
a more beautiful place

a place where love 
lied and 
  sunsets beckoned

with love

			

	
	



			
				


		

		
the basin – day 516
	


		

		

fogest in action





PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has 





knowing

is knowing enough
  now that it is a memory
it is like the infinity 
  and loneliness of "I"

			

	
	



			
				


		

		
the basin – day 515
	


		

		

a flight of fancy





PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has 





Whisper

When we whisper our
dreams, do they fall 
away from us

Are they a soft spring 
rain lit by the morning sun

the making of dreams
are held in Rainbow and
wishes

whispers fall like the 
promise of a long awaited
spring
swaying gently in the
wind of our dreams
swirl, twirl, fade
reformed to our need

			

	
	



			
				


		

		
the basin – day 514
	


		

		

foggy with a chance of rain 





PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has 





Kindness

The kindness of others
is the warmth of the 
midday sun
is easy to appreciate. 
A hello, a smile, a nod.
Chimes break the 
silence, memories 
of love, cherished moments
hugs of gratitude, love
appreciation, togetherness
the kindness of others
is something to behold,
a gentle swaying 
of the harmonies of
love.
Can undo untold hurts
if you let them in.
The kindness of others
is outside of self.
Being on the 
outside looking in,
kindness is all that 
matters.

			

	
	



			
				


		

		
the basin – day 513
	


		

		

only a tinge of smoke in the air this morning





PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has 

			

	
	



			
				


		

		
the basin – day 512
	


		

		

for some reason, nay sawyers say this is anomaly and not the new reality – as this smoke is now happening each year,  it looks a new reality from here  





PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has 

			

	
	



			
				


		

		
the basin – day 511
	


		

		

smoke fills the sky and the sun is really orange red





PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has 










the sun is very red – the cameras do not do the colour justice – it is the same red as the reflection





a sandpiper landed close – they are not much bigger than the rocks that they forage amongst 

			

	
	



			
				


		

		
the basin – day 510
	


		

		

smoke fills the sky enough so that the rising sun is no longer yellow but a deep pink 










PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has 

			

	
	



			
				


		

		
the basin – day 509
	


		

		

a lone goose in the reflections of the trees





PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has