The photos are gorgeous, birds in various states of perch, and there are photos of other animals as well. One of my favourites is a close-up of a deer, peering at us from a yellow background, diffuse sunlight or bokeh of Birds-foot trefoil, from under a small cluster of aspen leaves positioned like a crown. The accompanying poem, 'A Faun In The Afternoon,' is delightful, invoking Nijinsky, Bakst, and Debussy. Absolutely delightful, ekphrasis at its best.

These poems meditate on the mundane and place those things, those moments, those small acts we often ignore into their proper context. There are meditations. There are deep breaths. There are the small things that remind us there are no small things. There are quotidian artifacts of the profound that you can hold in your hands.

Fulfilling my obligations to my long-neglected TBR one book a time. Want to know why? I explain it in the first post here. Posting striking lines daily on BlueSky and Instagram Art is the application of creativity to an object, process, or activity. Creativity is that touch of originality, of whimsy, disorder, randomness, spontaneity; that spark of intuition, of "what does this do?" -ness, of "wouldn't it be cool if" -ness; the creation, expression, attribution of meaning; that which is called divinity in religious contexts.