I Forgive You The weight of the obelisk was a constant pressure on her roots. In some places, they even had to re-route. But she was flexible. The obelisk never seemed to notice. It sat in stony silence, except on Sundays and sometimes Wednesday evenings. If it knew or cared that its presence weighed on her so, it never let on. She was sorry for the obelisk. So rigid, so sameness of same. It couldn't move, couldn't flow with the natural order of seasonal things. It simply...sat. Finally, after yet another failed attempt to strike up an autumn day, puffy cloud conversation, she brushed oh-so-gently against the obelisk's brusk, cobbled shell... and whispered "I forgive you." ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0) - Karen Hutton

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I Forgive You

The weight of the obelisk was a constant pressure on her roots. In some places, they even had to re-route. But she was flexible. The obelisk never seemed to notice. It sat in stony silence, except on Sundays and sometimes Wednesday evenings. If it knew or cared that its presence weighed on her so, it never let on.

She was sorry for the obelisk. So rigid, so sameness of same. It couldn't move, couldn't flow with the natural order of seasonal things. It simply...sat.

Finally, after yet another failed attempt to strike up an autumn day, puffy cloud conversation, she brushed oh-so-gently against the obelisk's brusk, cobbled shell... and whispered "I forgive you."

©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Here They Come

t seemed no matter how fast she ran,
they were faster.
One day, she decided to stop and face them...
to find out once and for all: friend or foe?

Forest For The Trees
Being able to see the forest for the trees
Is the biggest gift of all.
See the forest.

Swords Heavenward!... or Emperor Penguins.
Nature makes the most gorgeous lines, doesn't she?
I marvel at her imagination.
Sometimes I see grand gestures; like here, a rousing "Swords to the heavens!" battle-cry.
In this case, I also see emperor penguins.
I think nature has a sense of humor.

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©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Big Dune In Monochrome
Amargosa Valley, Nevada

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I Stay... I Go
My Dearest,
For all the loveliness of Here, there is ever and always something drawing me There.
It is simply who I am.
Love, Me

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I Forgive You

The weight of the obelisk was a constant pressure on her roots. In some places, they even had to re-route. But she was flexible. The obelisk never seemed to notice. It sat in stony silence, except on Sundays and sometimes Wednesday evenings. If it knew or cared that its presence weighed on her so, it never let on.

She was sorry for the obelisk. So rigid, so sameness of same. It couldn't move, couldn't flow with the natural order of seasonal things. It simply...sat.

Finally, after yet another failed attempt to strike up an autumn day, puffy cloud conversation, she brushed oh-so-gently against the obelisk's brusk, cobbled shell... and whispered "I forgive you."

©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)