Spotted on the Beach. Always grateful to have these watchful eyes around. I thought I’d get on board with this one for One Word Sunday: Profile Peace & Love!
“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words all being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.” Vladimir Nabokov
Looking at your past is not a bad thing. Not to brood over it, but to cherish fond memories; see what you’ve done right (and wrong); and to learn from your past mistakes. When you take it all in and reflect, you figure out what’s worth repeating, what you should do differently next time, and—more importantly—what you should never do again.
The poetry of earth is never dead. On the Grasshopper and Cricket by John Keats After the vibrant colors in last night’s image, I woke up feeling rested and ready to tackle a black & white project. —The dark flower image was taken this morning. It’s a bloom from the geranium buds that I shared just days ago on Coming Soon. I tried very hard to keep it original, but the temptation to go dark was too strong. I caved. Honestly, I’m not a huge geranium fan (shame on me!). They’re nice, but the color photograph was boring. Once it gets bigger I’ll try again. The wind was blowing, so it was tough to get a clear close-up. Just one has bloomed, so I left one of the buds in the frame—at right—to show off it’s little hairs. You can really see the grains of pollen too. No wonder my allergies have gone haywire! Anyway, this was another shot at macro photography. The actual flower is not much larger than a quarter. —The light flower …
Dancing with the feet is one thing, But dancing with the heart is another. —Author Unknown—
If you see with innocent eyes, everything is divine. —Federico Fellini— A photograph of our cat, Gypsy, for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Black. If it wasn’t for her eyes, we might not be able to see her in the black of the night.
Flowers are the music of the ground From earth’s lips spoken without sound; Flowers are as music, silent, deep Oxlyps, marigolds, music men keep In pots and vases, beds and jars Music as though they were bundles of stars! Excerpt from Flowers, by Edwin Curran
Zen-like harmonies Merge with splashes of chaos Life flows in rhythm RDP Monday: Flow Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Zen & Chaos
Be sure and put your feet in the right place… and then stand firm. Abraham Lincoln That’s a great quote for me today. I’m beginning to realize that sometimes “self-learning” doesn’t really teach me anything. Well, it does but it doesn’t.
If our shoes could talk, what a story they would tell. RDP Wednesday: Shoe