Looking down.

Staring at nature’s enormity.

Feeling small, in awe. ...

Susanne loves caramel donuts. It’s one of those things she eats rarely, but when the opportunity is there, she gets excited. Finding a donut ....

Tree trunk: “What do you see?”

Tree trunk: “Not very imaginative this morning, are we?”

Me: “An old piece of wood.” ...

Don’t park here,

Or think to come inside!

Everything is closed. ...

There are times when Susanne gives me a picture that leaves me guessing. What is it? Where did she take it? I usually ask her, but this time ...

I’m scraped and worn,

Waiting,

For the key you hold. ...

I like getting old,

Living in a village,

The countryside close. ...

Sometimes I burn,

Glowing red all over.

Anger, love, jealousy or hate, ...

Why are you crying?

I’m not.

But I see teardrops. ...

Everything is blurry,

Except a part of you,

That continues to close...

Wishes,

Hopes,

Dangling dreams,...

You may not fit with the rest,

But with me,

You’re perfect. ...

It’s wintertime,

Why are you blooming?

Are you confused, or am I dreaming?...

You can hide,

But I’ll find you.

I’m patient, ...

Even trees have bad hair days.

Me, I don’t have much left....

Some nights my mind feels agitated.

Thoughts dance,

Like flames in a roaring fire....

If I were a grain of sand,

And you a shell covering me,

I’d feel safe, protected, at home...

Even on a crowded highway,

Late in the day,

Moments of serenity can be found. ...

An image on a wall,

The old part of town,

Where streets are narrow, ...

I’m old,

Seen the years pass,

But happy and alive, ...