Mar 10, 2013
One Writer's Life--Renaissance Festival in Arizona
It was a long drive to the festival site (about 1 and 1/2 hours) but well worth it even with a grey sky.
Parking was nice and easy which made me happy not to have a long stroll before reaching all those wonderfuls shops and streets full of people in so many costumes.
It was a long drive to the festival site (about 1 and 1/2 hours) but well worth it even with a grey sky.
View from parking lot overlooking the Superstitions Mountains.
A French man who greeted me with a kiss on the back of my hand.
A wonderful carving with many details. I suggest you click on picture to enlarge it.
Uh, what did he do?
A real live tree fellow who loved to talk to all the young children.
Aw, so still in perfect statue form.
Look again. The statue was a mime and moved when viewers least expected it!
An offerring from a gracious fairy.
If you find a fairy like this may all your wishes come true.
May there always be a silver lining for you.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
One Writer's Life--Desert Rain
Desert Rain
So rare, so precious
Puddles form and spread outward
Beads of water linger on leaves
Birds hide in trees and shrubs
Feather fluff out
Keeping them warm
Sunlight plays peek-a-boo
Through the dark low-hanging clouds
That ever shift and change forms
People rush from place to place
Staying out of the mositure
But once inside window viewing
Comes at every opportunity
Desert rain becomes
As precious as hoarded gold.
So rare, so precious
Puddles form and spread outward
Beads of water linger on leaves
Birds hide in trees and shrubs
Feather fluff out
Keeping them warm
Sunlight plays peek-a-boo
Through the dark low-hanging clouds
That ever shift and change forms
People rush from place to place
Staying out of the mositure
But once inside window viewing
Comes at every opportunity
Desert rain becomes
As precious as hoarded gold.
Will this happen tonight?
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)













