Magic Hour Zen
I'm not a poet but sometimes nature ekes a Haiku out of me. Like today. This one Japanese maple in my neighbor's garden made me want to sing. Okay, that's pushing it: I can't sing but you know what I'm saying. One tree: three ways, out of a billion possibilities. Magic hour Zen.
Posted by Layla Morgan Wilde at 11/16/2011 12:00 AM 
Categories: Westchester County, Photography, Art, Spirituality
Tags: magic hour Zen reed-japanese maple- magic hour haiku-zen-maple -tree
Categories: Westchester County, Photography, Art, Spirituality
Tags: magic hour Zen reed-japanese maple- magic hour haiku-zen-maple -tree
You know I have a thing for red maples - this one is a beauty.
I was driving by an office park in my part of the world yesterday - ugly, cookie cutter warehouse type buildings, not something you'd even look twice at. But the maple trees in the parking lot where the most amazing, brilliant red, and I found myself smiling and marveling at the beauty of nature, even in such an industrial setting.
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Ingrid, beauty is everywhere when our eyes are open. Finding it in unexpected locations is even sweeter.
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Stunning and looks like you are a poet!
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That's one gorgeous tree!
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That is an amazingly beautiful tree.
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"Umbrella of fire"-a perfect description. Our next door neighbor has a Japanese maple, and I'm dazzled by its beauty everyday.
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And ironically as neighbors, we have the better view!
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