I was going to say farewell, bon voyage, hasta la vista—but I know myself better than that. It’s likely I’ll post a bit over the next week or two, while I’m getting acclimated. I need to wean myself off slowly, to avoid that weird separation anxiety. I don’t know. That sounds a little neurotic, but it’s how I’m wired. C’est la vie. If I fade away, know that I’ll be back again in a few months (and I’ll be checking in to read other people’s posts (OPP) as time allows. I’ve made some awesome new connections, and I’ve stumbled on two new gems recently. Maybe not new to blogging, but new to me. I wanted to mention them now because they would have been on my list of things I love if I hadn’t had a limited word count. Word-Whelmed Woman has… well… whelmed me with her poetry and kindness (and humor). So far she’s a bit of a mystery, but it appears her “About” page is in the works! KUCHED is SO good with …
I love… 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 Weekend Writing Prompt: Tinker (in 75 words) & RDP Saturday: Eventually I could go on and on, so I’m glad I used the 75 word prompt! I saw another blogger do this things that I love, and thought it was a great idea. It really was a wonderful exercise in gratitude. I felt so refreshed after thinking about the things that I love. And these are just the little things! I’m recycling an old image here. It’s from way back in the archives; a shot in the backyard after it rained. Those are tiny droplets, and I love them so! Anyway, …
“Above all shadows rides the sun.” J.R.R. Tolkien Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Shadow
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!
Virgin innocent The world has deflowered you Yet beauty still blooms Delicate petals Will fall and return to dust As your spirit soars
—Feathers of Hope Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul— and sings the tune without the words— and never stops— at all. Emily Dickinson This image is something I’ve been itching to do for days now. Every bird photograph I’ve taken has some sort of detail in it that I love. Eyes, beaks, legs, wings… even some claws. I see so many different angles to approach. So… tonight I worked on feathers. It’s an extreme zoom, so I hope it doesn’t get stretched and pixelated, but—other than that—it’s exactly what I was hoping for; lots and lots of feathers. Maybe this is a test. I’m trying to decide if this is something I want to perfect; to make a print. Would love to hear your feedback, as always. That is all for now. Goodnight! I’ve had some issues with images shrinking down to nothing in the mobile reader. I don’t know if anyone else has experienced this, but if it ends up being a microscopic thumbnail… HERE is a link to …
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
A Minor Scuffle on the Beach
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?
Garden Art Bon Appétit Another Garden Art image, featuring a touch of gourmet. Out in the garden We can see, touch, smell and taste Little surprises
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.
Every act of creation is first an act of destruction. —Pablo Picasso—
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, but also because while standing on the grass to get the shots… my ankles were eaten alive by what I can only assume were mosquitoes. I guess even beauty has its price! Peace & Love!! Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Beauty & Quiet
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 did that feel like? You will never know What you are capable of Until you have tried So take a gamble, Up the ante, raise the stakes Make your wish come true Written for Daily Addictions: Fight, RDP Friday: Prepare, Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Touch & Your Daily Word Prompt: Raise
It’s been REALLY hot this week. I’ve been spending my time inside, trying to stay cool—and thinking of ways to be creative. I went through my archives, looking for ways to use old images in new ways. I stumbled on an old family photograph, and I couldn’t help but notice that the whole clan was wearing sneakers.
The Journey Continues… It’s been awhile since I’ve updated my journal. On the one hand, it means that nothing exciting (or newsworthy) has been going on. On the other hand—and more importantly—the old idiom rings true: No news is good news. Today marks 1,229 days of sobriety… so that’s good news!
Kindness lights the fire Winds of change begin to blow Compassion ripples The featured image is another one of my experiments in portraiture. I’ve been looking for ways to use partial faces, to make the portraits more abstract. My goal was to give it an urban feel, kind of like a piece of street art. The subject is my grandson. The phase I’m going through at the moment is thinking of ways to visually communicate—incorporating my art with some kind of “statement.” I don’t think I made it there (yet) with this portrait, but it was my inspiration for the Haiku, so it all worked out. My statement: Start a Ripple! That’s about all for now. Peace & Love to you all! Haiku Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Ripple & Wind
Urban sidewalk A hidden gem after the rain Beauty can always be found You just need to look With your heart Open *
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 …
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.
Some days I end up with the most random things!
If our shoes could talk, what a story they would tell. RDP Wednesday: Shoe
Fortress of false pride Crumbles like sand in the fight Humility reigns Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: Pride & Fight
“Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.” —Haruki Murakami—
“Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe.” —Saint Augustine of Hippo—
“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.” —Henry David Thoreau—
Yesterday is ashes; tomorrow wood. Only today does the fire burn brightly. —Old Eskimo proverb—
Give it all a rest Cast your cares out to the sea Find your inner peace
Word of the Day Challenge: Spray
Infinite Ocean Hearts restored by your embrace Like a mother’s love
What screws us up most in life is the picture in our head of how it’s supposed to be. —Author Unknown I’ve been thinking a lot. That’s what happens when I have time on my hands (did I just say that in an earlier post?). What I’ve noticed lately is that—in certain areas—I’m a bit of a control freak. Nothing huge, mind you, just little nagging issues that bother me.
Plans that either come to naught… …or half a page of scribbled lines. Pink Floyd
Boys & Their Toys It started with skates, Then a skateboard or two. The toys just got bigger, As the little ones grew. A bike; then a car, With a rack on the top, To haul all these toys… Oh, when does it stop?! Toys for water and sand, Three wheelers and such, Soon the car had to go, Since it didn’t fit much. A board for the snow, One for catching a wave, The garage has been shrinking, Now we need a Man Cave!
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.
Haiku #10 Just another day Gazing through a silky screen Everything looks new
Not everything is black and white.
“Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate; And though I oft have passed them by, A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.” —J.R.R. Tolkien
Man is so made that whenever anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish. —La Fontaine
“The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.” John Berry
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
Something wonderful happens when it rains here! I saw this ‘end of the rainbow’ a few weeks ago and thought it was a great image for this evening. I logged on a while ago and saw that I have 25 minutes to go until my sober anniversary. Woo! School is keeping me SUPER busy, and I rarely come up for air… but I’ve been thinking about everyone! Anyway, I added a lot of drama to this photo, just because. It was quite a dramatic feeling to walk out and see it in person. I never really knew if you could see the end of a rainbow until I actually saw it. And now I’ve hit my 3 year sobriety mark and life is fabulous. What’s funny is that I shared it on Facebook the day that I shot the image, and someone seemed adamant that it wasn’t real. I guess my Photoshop adventures have placed my photo shares in the “this image could be fake” category. BUT… it is real. That’s about all for now. …
—I need a little direction right now. First of all, I took this photograph yesterday while riding with my son. I noticed the yellow lines in the mirrors and the Which Way Photo Challenge instantly came to mind. I realize I’ve already used the “rear view mirror” idea, but I had to do it again because I really enjoy how the lines repeat, but they don’t line up. One of the things I love about word and photo challenges is that they provide you with a little direction. The blank canvas isn’t quite so “empty,” because you’ve been given a prompt to draw upon.
Time can be a little deceptive. It’s been two months since the fall semester ended, and—to be honest—it feels like it’s been a year. I’m grateful for the “down time,” don’t get me wrong, but that old familiar feeling… that it’s time to get moving… has taken hold, and Tuesday can’t come soon enough. It’s kind of like long, out of town vacations. They’re awesome! They’re fun, relaxing, and refreshing, but eventually you reach that point where you just want to go home. So… Daily Addiction’s word today is Inspire, and I’ve been thinking about that word quite a bit (burning the midnight oil again). In my pondering, I realized that one of the reasons my life, and this blog, have morphed and grown so much over the past couple of years is because so many of you have inspired me. Undoubtedly, I’ll be online much less once my classes start… so it seems like the perfect time to express my gratitude for that inspiration. To all the photographers out there, thank you for sharing. …
Haiku #5 Enigmatic Path, Shadows and light intertwine, Past and present merge. I found several old road trip photographs while (still) sifting through my archives. I believe this one was taken in Utah. My boyfriend (at the time) wasn’t one to make pit stops, so my head was hanging out of the window most of the time—taking pictures—when we traveled together. I thought this was a good candidate for the Which Way photo challenge today. The fact that you can’t see where we’re going; only where we are and where we’ve been was the inspiration for the Haiku. Maybe road trips really ARE a bit like life. And relationships. The rain did, indeed, arrive today and we had some exciting lightning and thunder earlier this afternoon. That being said, I’ve put off my errands for now, and hope to get to some of the word challenges soon. Which Way Photo Challenge: January 31
Determined lovers, Souls merging into the night, Combining wishes. —JanetHaiku #1 Word of the Day Challenge: Combine Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Determined
This photo challenge seemed like an opportunity to make some art out of an image I’ve had around for a while. These seats are/were located in the small (and beautiful) town of Buena Vista, in Colorado. We were lucky to have three months ‘without‘ snow when we lived high in the Rocky Mountains, so taking the 35 mile drive was like going to heaven for a day. As we made our way down, the sun would start to shine, the air would warm up… and the snow along the highway would dissolve. It was a pleasant surprise to spot this outdoor seating arrangement, and sit for a rest just above the Arkansas River. Pull up a Seat Challenge 2019: Week 4 TGIF!
I think this photo was made for color, but I thought the lake and mountains in the distance were perfect for Cee’s Black & White challenge today. Also… I found an interesting quote that I’m going to keep in mind when I go back to school… The single most important component of a camera is the twelve inches behind it. Ansel Adams
Oftentimes I tell the people I meet about my transformation; how much I’ve changed since entering recovery and coming to believe. The way I usually describe it is that all of these changes are internal… they can’t be seen. Well, aside from the fact that you won’t “see” me drinking anymore. Sometimes I refer to it as a “new attitude,” and other times I say that a lot of it has do with “gratitude.” Even so, I still find myself complaining or whining at times (especially when I play softball), but I’m able to recognize my behavior, pull out my tools, and work on fixing the problem. While pondering the word angle—I realized that looking at life, myself, and others from different perspectives is probably one of the KEY factors behind my transformation. My new attitude stems from seeing things from new angles, and the ability to do so keeps me grateful. One of the greatest things I learned in recovery was that I need to look at my own reflection when something is bothering …