Everything seemed brand new before, Our hearts were filled with laughter, But time has silenced what we had, And we’re caught in the morning after. Honestly, I expected my “write something new every day” resolution […]
Beautiful pauses, Cloaked in fragrant petals bloom, Life is not a race. Happy Hump-day! I’ve taken a few pauses lately, to photograph some of the wonderful things in our backyard. This little butterfly (or moth?) […]
This morning I read a ‘daily email’ on the subject of Eternity. One of the definitions is: A state of existence outside of time, and this particular meaning reminded me of something that happened years […]
Before I dig into any New Lifestyle, New Me updates, I thought I’d share some thoughts I’ve had on this COVID-19 dilemma, social distancing, and how it’s helping me come up with some new ideas. […]
This chair was abandoned on a bridge near my house and I thought of the Pull up a Seat Photo Challenge (2020 Week 12) when I saw it. It’s an interesting setting with all of […]
Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, […]
One for sorrow, two for bliss—Three for serpent’s mournful hiss. Four for treasure, five for tricks—Six for the rose that pulls and pricks. Seven in the garden, eight in the sea—Nine for the nine that […]
Country music is three chords and the truth. Harlan Howard Now that my garden art is dead and gone (the series, not the garden), it’s time to start something new. The journaling just isn’t working […]
The worst cliques are those which consist of one man.George Bernard Shaw
What a wonderful day it is!
First things first. I got my hands on some new filters for Photoshop (thanks to a fellow blogger). Now that my options have increased… so have my ideas. This is going to be a great week!
Little blueberry blossoms, like tiny church bells… shining in their glory.
I wanted to try out another portrait, and I think this one is a great accompaniment to Innocence. I didn’t have anything in mind when I started it, but the geometric light variations and the […]
Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.Shannon Alder
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!
Beneath plump white down
Luscious colors light my world
Through bewitching eyes
“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.
You talking to me?
Another Garden Art image, featuring a touch of gourmet.
Out in the garden
We can see, touch, smell and taste
Garden Art: Flor de pepino
I’m always nagging on myself to go visit exotic places and see new things. In rebellion (I don’t like being nagged), and contrary to my own advice, I decided that what I really need to do is be present and see the beauty that’s in front of me—right here, right now.
I’m going to work on a new series; Garden Art, and this is the first in the collection. It’s a cucumber flower in our backyard garden.
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 & […]
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 […]
Be sure and put your feet in the right place… and then stand firm.
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.
Portrait of a Book Lover…