Glisten

 "...I sit in and dwell on faces past

Like memories seen to fade

No color left but black and white

And soon will all turn grey

But may these shadows rise to walk again

With lessons truly learnt

When the blossom flowers in each our hearts

Shall beat a new found flame

Must it take a life for hateful eyes

To glisten once again

'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess

Singin' drunken lullabies..."

(Hutt, King, Casey, Schmidt, Schmidt, Maxwell, Regan, Hensley, aka Flogging Molly)

When killers stalk the grocery aisle not looking for the pies, when people conjure hate over a different pair of eyes, it may become hard to imagine there's beauty still in the world. Nothing beats getting out in search of it. It is there, still, if you look. Outside. The wildflowers are rather sparse this year, but they are there, the brightness of Spring.

some California Poppy

glisten - the shiny leaves of Poison Oak

that summit always looks so close from this vantage

some Indian Paintbrush

some Lupine

some more Lupine

up above Palmer Canyon

The weekend has arrived, and it's going to be a good 'un - get out and find your own signs of Spring.