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—
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
Plans that either come to naught… …or half a page of scribbled lines. Pink Floyd
Beauty is all around me, To see, taste, smell and feel. This collage of golden flowers, Sits before me as I kneel. When I pray to the Almighty, The colors swirl about my head. Then snuggle around my body, Keeping me warm… inside my bed.
Delicate verses Tender lyrics rip through souls Hearts mend in rhythm Haiku #9 Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Rip / Mend The featured image comes to you from the patio in our backyard—a delicate hanging fuschia. I thought it was the perfect fit for my haiku. Peace & Love!
That man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest. —Henry David Thoreau
Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways. Oscar Wilde Would you believe that today marks exactly two years for me here on the blog? Another week and I’ll also reach two years and seven months sober. Praise God for that! Time flies when you’re busy making plans, that’s for sure. Speaking of making plans, I had an epiphany recently. One of the students in my English class mentioned something about changing how society views a certain subject. I can’t remember what it was she was referring to, but that’s not really the point anyway—it’s what happened after. Grinning, our professor reminded the class that they were young, and that they had their whole lives ahead of them to change the world. At first, I felt a little sad. There I sat, surrounded by teens and young adults—the oldest probably 26 years old—and I was… well… somewhere in my fifties. Somehow his words just struck me. It’s not often that I get discouraged, but …
Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colors; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow. Khalil Gibran
You’re off to great places. Today is your day. Your mountain is waiting, so get on your way. Dr. Seuess It’s been a nice ‘creativity’ break here, but I’m heading back to school. Hope to check in and see what you’re all up to whenever I have free time. Peace & Love!! Until Winter, —Janet