Butterflies

Butterflies are just downright impressive. From their delicate strength to the long journeys they take yearly. I knew Monarch butterflies traveled very long distances across the United States on their way to Mexico then they come back in the spring. But did you know that no butterfly actually completes the journey on their own? The migrations take place over a number of generations. I think that’s pretty amazing.

Butterfly and rebar.
I love the light on this image and the way the delicacy of the butterfly is juxtaposed against the vibrancy of the flower and. the hardness of the rebar.

**For the month of November each year, I try to focus on something I’m thankful for each day. It is the month that holds Thanksgiving where I live, after all. Focusing on the positive and remembering the little things that make life great are things I should do more often. Last year I found that writing every day during the holiday time got a bit stressful. So this year I’m writing throughout the year and scheduling the posts to go out in November.

Taking Flight

This morning I read an article about flying taxis in Paris and the synapses in my brain started firing. We are edging toward in the Jetson‘s world, and it’s kind of exciting. Flight is such an intriguing thing, and its evolution is fascinating.

My interest in it was one of the reasons I was so excited about going to the interactive exhibit at the Berkshire Museum earlier this year. It did not disappoint. If you can catch the exhibit on tour, I recommend it.

Leonardo da Vinci - Machines in motion.

Leonardo carefully observed birds and flight patterns. He analyzed the lifts and glides and shifting of weight. The Codex on the Flight of Birds he left showed that he was on to something.

I sit by the pool now and watch the swallows dip and glide at high rates of speed. In my dreams I ascend.

Learning to Fly

I’m soaring.

I’m sailing.

I’m learning to fly.

I’m leaping.

I’m bouncing.

I’m high in the sky.

I’m jumping.

I’m hopping.

I’m up in the air.

I’m dashing.

I’m diving,

the wind in my hair.

I’m swooping.

I’m whooshing.

I’m light as a kite.

I’m flittering,

fluttering,

floating in flight.

I’m toppling.

I’m tumbling.

I’m falling. I crashed.

And, whoopsie,

my parents

new mattress is trashed.  

–Kenn Nesbitt
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