Just let your eye linger in the upper right hand corner. See who that majestic, jagged red informs the blue light in the lens bubble. Life is good. Read More
now, it's the pursuit of persimmons. The Fuyu season is finite but rewarding. Of course, a sugar maple or two will not be overlooked. Fall is an awe-filled season. Cr… Read More
not a starfish on a rock nestled against succulents. This is a corpse plant, enticing pollinating flies by its rotten scent. Bancroft Gardens is a treasure trove of the unexpected as w… Read More
as in larger than expected or the petite. Staying focused, both get to where they need to go. In the background, there's always a cup of coffee waiting. Read More
and a tinge of red. You probably were never taught this at school. Staggering what we weren't taught in any class. Staggering, what life teaches us. Read More
At least this morning and from the perspective of a petite pot of tea. Throw into the mix, a roasted head of cauliflower. Cauliflower being nothing less than a brain’… Read More
is a delight for eye & spirit. This plant sends me into rapture as does the Fuyu persimmon. If our cats weren't already named (Freddy & Fritz), Puya and Fuyu might have w… Read More
you're returned to this spot in the dream that begins slowly, becomes complex until it gets to this center and then slowly, patiently (like credits in a movie), unwinds. Ends. &n&hell…Read More
I loved over-the-top, showy peonies as a kid. From a tight round bud, an exuberance of pink, or white, or both. Fragrant to match their drama. Haven't seen them much since… Read More
I'm gaga for Puya. Puya raimondii, queen of the Andes. I thought Bancroft Succulent Gardens had removed this plant, but nope there are two of these at Bancroft and lots more diff… Read More
Not just the usual eavesdropping in a favorite coffee. Consider morning conversing with night. Perhaps, conversation is a related to negotiation. Think about that. &n&hell…Read More
to witness the annual blooming of the Puya in SF's Arboretum. Otherwordly and majestic bromeliads. Queen of the Andes. I came, I saw, I'm grateful. Read More
try to corral the blurry, the outcome is never a given. Our perhaps it is all perspective, and the blurry is trying to obscure the line. For sure, perspective is never a singular… Read More