Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Orcas Day

Alone, yet reaching to stretch unused limbs. 

Wanting woven into solid, safe continuity. 

Feeling tangled, rusted, wasted. 

Waiting stump. Gnarly and grey. Washed up. 

Looking over the rim, beyond the surface glass. 

Peeking out, wanting out of the confines.

Bursting through, unrestrained resurrection. 

Nesting. 

6 comments:

Maureen said...

What a gorgeous place. Thank you for sharing your lovely photos.

Anonymous said...

looks like good day all around :-)

Laura said...

Kathleen! Your comments are back! See, didn't I tell you I don't get out much. I was composing my email in my head about how stopping by here is always such a treat when I saw I can say it right here. Your photos are truly lovely, and illustrate such a variety of states. I'm somewhere between washed up and resurrection today :)

Kathleen Overby said...

Nancy, Maureen, and Laura-I thought of each of you at different times today. You'd love being here and listening......

Nikole Hahn said...

Beautiful pictures!

Sandra Heska King said...

Amazing photos. Beautiful thoughts. I so want to visit this place!