I am not an island, That is what I have been told. But I am alone when at sea, it seems, Paddling out in the cold. I am not an island, Isolation takes its toll. […]
Dear Diary, It’s the 6th of April, the month that I vowed NOT to step on the scale. Why is it so damn hard? When I brought up eternity the other day, there was another […]
The 90’s had grit, MC Hammer Shoutin’ Out, Too legit to Quit. I couldn’t resist! Written for Ronovan Write Haiku Challenge: Grit & Quit Peace & Love everyone…….
How to stick to your goals no matter what— 1. Stick to them. 2. No matter what. Word of the Day Challenge: Advice
They came in droves and they filled the store, Faces straight, they were on a quest. Carts overflowing, non-perishables, That they’d safely keep in their nest. An innocent act, at first it seemed, But some… […]
I think the Everything Red series is fading. I haven’t run out of ideas, but I guess that anything we do needs to be done in moderation. That includes red images. Maybe I’ll come back […]
On a beautiful day, as I scout the land… I keep one eye open, my lens in my hand. I look down, I look up, and then what do I see? A beautiful creature… who is prospecting ME!
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. John Muir Word of the day challenge: Nature
This morning I drove into Pasadena. It wasn’t a major excursion, but it was in the opposite direction of where I normally travel and everything was unfamiliar. I wish I had taken my camera. It’s the perfect place for street photography, but it was just TOO hot! I wanted to get in—and get out.
I went there to pick up the kit for my drawing class. I’m already enjoying the course. It’s not so much that I’ve learned anything yet (it’s only been two days), or that I even see the possibility of getting really good at it. It’s the fact that I’m putting aside my fear, putting the pencil to the pad, and making an effort.
Your silken garment inevitably fades,
But the magnificent splendor,
Hidden deep within your soul,
Like a vintage treasure,
- morning coffee
- to tinker; a little bit of this and a little bit of that
- thunder and lightning, especially when I’m enjoying coffee and tinkering
- the sound of rain on a tin roof
- rainbows and butterflies
- the way my body feels after doing something strenuous (rare, but happens)
- swimming in cool waters
- when the sky explodes into colors (missing Colorado)
- road trips—I’ll get out there again, eventually
- walking on sand
- the ocean
Standing at a distance, As the crowd wails, Arguing over scraps, The outsider watches. Quietly dreaming, Anticipating, Waiting patiently, For the endless sea to call… Word of the Day Challenge: Endless Have a beautiful […]
“Above all shadows rides the sun.” J.R.R. Tolkien Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Shadow
Whatever goes up, will surely come down;
Like a boomerang, it just all goes around.
You get what you give, or reap what you sow;
If hate’s what you plant, then hate’s what will grow.
If you want to see change; if love’s what you thirst,
Be bold with your kindness…
Dare to go first.
Magnificent Blue Glimpses of wonder at sea Glorious Creatures Word of the Day Challenge: Glimpse
I think the definition of artist is a bit enigmatic. I’ve never called myself an artist. I’ve said things like “this is some art I created,” or “I love to create art,” but that’s as far as it goes. I think the first explanation that pops into my head is the fact that I don’t use pencils, pens, or even brushes (although that may change after the new semester).
FEAR has Two Meanings: Forget Everything and Run… …or Face Everything and Rise. A quote by Zig Ziglar I think there may be a third option. Be still. Because maybe, like this woman seems to […]
Chaotic workday— a scuffle with friends,
Five o’clock traffic— the stress never ends,
Pressure to do well— fearing failure, too,
Stuck in a pattern— afraid of what’s new,
Plan for retirement— look forward to rest,
Where children once played— is now empty nest,
Dating disasters— a marriage from hell,
Lack of investments— there’s nothing to sell,
No regrets linger— My head’s not for rent,
All of these moments— are evanescent,
March forward, full steam— toward what is unseen,
Faith is eternal— I’m living the dream.
His appearance stirred up anger,
Seeds of hatred had been sewn.
Antipathy grew heavy,
I began tumbling,
From my throne.
There I discovered,
Had been my own!
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.
Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.
Beauty comes to rest In the quiet of the day Gently, with no force I had to share another photo of the butterfly that stopped to visit yesterday. Mainly because I took so many pictures, […]
A wish, like a dream Is only the beginning The challenge comes next Prepare for the fight Fear will say: “Impossible!” You must not listen Like “look, but don’t touch,” Always leaves you wondering, What […]
Imagination is the beginning of creation. —George Bernard Shaw— Your Daily Word Prompt: Creation
Another personalized (and slightly bizarre) portrait that I’ve been tinkering with.