Category Archives: Macro

Secret gardens hidden fruits

Don’t forget to look down.  Stoop down.  Look at what you’re about to step on and look over to side at what is not so trodden.  What is there?

what magical other place this is? So easily hidden in plain view

what magical other place this is? So easily hidden in plain view

And how does this newness you just discovered apply?

How does it affect your imagination and link to your usual perspective?


aerial view of the dense alien forest
aerial view of the dense alien forest

You fly by, capture a speeding glimpse and are forever changed, if you allow it within yourself.  If you are willing to let it open chains of thought, willing to let it somewhere near your heart.

A frozen moment of light eternal blossom of blood from earth
A frozen moment of light eternal blossom of blood from earth


The secrets are there for you to learn and share.

Their rich juices will feed your soul through osmosis.

Here are a few that I’ve found and stolen away…

The red forested plague encroaches over boulders of precious metals
The red forested plague encroaches over boulders of precious metals

For a rainy day.

the shade of the lava tree is hot enough to incinerate a human in ten seconds
the shade of the lava tree is hot enough to incinerate a human in ten seconds

Withering season

Outside, all alone

the wind howls

your bones chill

the sun wanes

and your leaves shrivel up.



This too shall pass

your roots will spread

you come from a long lineage

of hearty survivors

and bigger fish.



Just don’t forget the little fish

long gone food for naught, not you.

Chewed for thought, spit back out

into the exact place that you can take root and grow

mature into your own adulthood

generate your own budding, scatterable

seeds of thought.

mww – 12-05


accidentally stepped on

Oh I’m sorry!  I didn’t see you down there,

I must not have been listening out for you.  Are you OK?


Pardon me, but what if you accidentally killed something that mattered to you?


maybe you’re just walking down a path, up a hill
and something jumps in your way, underfoot or
in your face.


Now that it’s dead, what do you do?
You made it out alive and you get
to sleep in your bed tonight


Sometimes at the foot of my bed at night I think to myself
Sometimes I declare my motives to myself
Sometimes before I fall asleep, I wake up
and see the light. and then I can’t sleep.

Bask in the warm sunbeams, please. – Mark Weathers Nov 2014


The black collarless cat

I have heard tale about black cats crossing your path. I have heard tale about witches’ familiars and known a few prankster, predator spirits myself. I know the black cat is a symbol with a long history of feline heroic individuals, and I know the black cat has it tougher than ever in this modern human world of blind violence and fearful hateful superstitions. Many humans treat the other animals in their life with blind contempt and confinement. Roadkill, and nobody cares.

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The powerful, dark smell of fresh asphalt.
The inconvenient truth that auto-accidents kill and maim countless lives while some lives matter more than countless others. Our ways of transportation must involve killing less innocents. It’s not ok that a little kid has to lose his beloved pet for the same reason it’s not ok for all the other lil animals to lose their lives because humans haven’t figured out how to speed around safely.  The self driving cars of the future will go along way to shifting this paradigm.  The roads will start to look like train tracks with bridges for wildlife crossing.



Some animals in this life are free from their cages. Some roam the streets in a larger, harsher cage within a cage. The cage of random local human made happenstance within the happenstance of the nature of all life on Earth.




The boxer dog debated for a while but barked loud and furious at me after I said hello. Having it his way, I crossed the the road to avoid it and its invisible fence. Another boxer maybe the first one’s mum ran up, looked around and just seemed to want to calm the first dog down. The second never barked or payed me much attention at all. I crossed the road to the pedestrian right of way right after the medium loud dog. And then I crossed the road back again because a few houses down opposite the aggressive dogs, I saw a black cat guarding a house. I looked at its way must have maybe meowed. It probably meowed too after seeing me and came trotting down the hill right toward me from about 40 yard plus. Naturally I walk to intercept and pause on the shoulder of the road by the mailbox of the house the cat came from. We greeted each other like old friends. And had some nice gentle scratches and rubdowns. No collar, but very well mannered. She even came to me when I started calling her back from her careless and idle wandering onto the fresh black asphalt. I stayed with her for just a couple minutes and took her photo. A car passed by and as I was petting her, to hold her close, I also held her down with gentle force in the direction that she flinched when the car passed by. And then I immediately let go, and resumed passive petting/grooming. But then I wanted to leave and continue my long walk to the grocery store and then home. But no, she wouldn’t leave me alone. Meowing some but mostly just following in my foot prints with her silent steps she kept after me. The cat kept following me and as I stopped to pet it and give in yet again to it’s amazing persistent cuteness then I saw another neighborhood solo pedestrian like me coming toward us. Sure enough the cat continued to follow me and harass me with the cutest of meows and beckons for attention. She followed me for about two full houses down the street toward the direction out of the suburban network of stand alone ranch style houses. The other local neighborhood walker past by and she said she thought the cat belonged to me. I told her it was not mine, but I don’t think the cat knows this either. I told her that I knew about people warning about black cats crossing your path, but then asked her what does it mean when they won’t stop following you?  …when they won’t stop giving you lots of cute face bumps and tail whips, meows and purrs.


I started walking off a bit with the human lady and the cat must have taken it as a sign and so left me, venturing across the road and into another yard.  After wishing each other happy Halloween, I let the nice older woman in a cute red vest get some distance from me while I slowed and watched back for the black cat.  A minute or two later, I looked back and saw her again, walking the the side of the road toward me, from a good distance. I stopped, she walked forward for a while but then turned right and went up some drive way, probably about 5 to 7 houses down from where I first saw her. I gave a loud meow goodbye and watched her stop for a second and move her head to hear, saying that she heard. I couldn’t her meow, but I know how she feels and what she says. I had never seen her before and I’ll never see her again, probably. I hope she’s ok. -mark weathers 2014-10-29

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Happy Halloween to you!



stung bit kicked

what was that?
I saw something fly out of my shirt too, where’d it go?
Oh, it definitely stung me. Now we’ve both been stung.  Ha!


Let’s go!
How’s your leg, does it still hurt?
Thanks for walking with me and catching the first webs.


laughter and humor and nonviolent dissent. Easiest thing and the strongest thing. love wins everything
even when it appears lost.

Let every fallen leaf carry a different lesson. This one is for you. Please be well. -2014-09-19- mark weathers-

Splish splash I was sleeping forever

pressure builds and
you will succumb.

Give into the pace,
Yes, breathe in-hale,
out it goes, down stream
with the flow, so it wants to go

And you will,
you have,
you are
and always will
until you wake up again.

You’ll make a splash this time
your ripples will make great waves
and others will bob up and down
with our flow.
it is ancient.
until you wake up again

From the depths of time
the cold dark nothing
a seed of life
and a safe harbor
with still waters
reflecting your eye.













and be well.


Neon and Broken: Revealing the Hidden Beauty of the Wayside


In an effort to point out the beauty of the mundane and broken, I’ve combined a lovely blurb about hidden secrets and broken charms with this digital photograph of a shattered, discarded golf ball on a wet asphalt.

“The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.” – Charlotte Brontë

Neon Green Broken Golf Ball of Secret Beauty
Neon Green Broken Golf Ball of Secret Beauty by somethinghumble
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