as winter shed her overcast
the sun began to show
and suddenly a knoll of grass
appeared amid the snow
the withered blades lay all askew
like soldiers in defeat
but as the yellow army grew
the snow began retreat
soon winter all across the land
could hold her ground no more
and even snowmen turned and ran
for spring had won the war
–photos by me
looking at this photo that
i took earlier this morning,
i see another april blizzard
blowing across the tracks,
and that’s it, nothing more.
but there was a time when
i would’ve seen two robotic
sentinels in big sunglasses
holding candy-cane spears
while guarding the road to
the land of the snow gods.
hey, wait a minute…
–photo by me
silhouettes are just
stuck-up shadows who need to
come back down to earth
–photo by me
for many of us
the middle of a crowd is
the loneliest place
but at least we are never
alone in our loneliness
–photo by me
What a sweet, happy face to greet me this beautiful morning on the last day of March! With those big bright eyes and camouflage like the finest polished agate, the sharp-tailed grouse has an other-worldly beauty.
When Nature painted Jupiter,
She was in such a rush,
She grabbed a grouse by accident
And used it as a brush
–Photo by me
take the mountain path
and reacquaint yourself with
witches and angels
–photo by me
–photos by me
There’s a mathematical formula scientists use called ‘the drunkard’s walk’ to determine how long a photon, emitted in the center of the sun, would take to make the journey to the outer surface. The random turns it makes on its way out are analogous to the random turns a drunkard makes while trying to get home from the bar.
In both cases, the distance traversed from the start is the typical step size times the square root of the number of steps taken. Factor in the length of time a typical step takes, and you have your answer.
For the photon, this works out to be thousands or possibly hundreds of thousands of years “bouncing around” in the sun before being spit out into space and ending up smacking into your eye at 6 trillion miles an hour about 8 minutes later. For the drunkard, it’s a bit messier of a problem with far more variables, but you get the idea.
I only wish I’d known about this back when I was that drunk staggering home. I could’ve explained to my poor wife that I was out there contributing to science for the betterment of all mankind — at which point her fist would’ve smacked into my eye at 6 trillion miles an hour, I’m sure.
–Photo by me
befriend your dark side
for like your earthly shadow
it defines the light
–photo by me
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