Ritagail’s posterous

Yes, I drove Manasseh (our car) into the Osage Hills, where we joyfully traipsed through oak leaves, in between boulders, found the old rusted out (nearly gone) truck skeletons...and just breathed!  (Some of you may have forgotten, my husband can't drive due to his visual challenges, so, the dear man must put up with his wife's slow and cautious driving style.)

Remember my characters from the "Poet's Journey's"?  I used Bendaroos to make some 3D of them.  (The pink piece of star character is a tiny piece of rose quartz.)  I'm currently working on a new journey, different than the others, but with the same base characters. 

In one of the pictures, you will see the leaf hopper (that's what I call it) got into the act...I didn't know this until I got home and looked at my photos--it had flown up to say "Hi" to me while I was snapping the shutter at different angles, so I took it's portrait.

It was my hubby's idea to take photos of the bagworm on top of the rusty truck skeleton.  What a fantastic abstract it provided!!

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poem about 31 years of marriage

This Love
That has snuck up on
Me--
From Whence has it come?
'Tis stronger than our first,
Forged in the fires
Of near ruin
And poverty
And rejection by society,
Betrayal by religion--
NOT by God--
And here you are teasing me
About losing the path
In the woods,
Eating my homemade
Pumpkin pie,
Sitting in the car while
Waiting
For your foolish wife
Who is lying down
On the autumn ground
Taking a photo up through the air
Of an autumn blazed oak
Against Heaven's Blue Promise.
This Love,
This tender companionship
In the autumn of our lives,
That has snuck up on me--
From whence did it come?
Ah!  Holy Mystery!!

rgcb