Rain taps the window, Inviting us out to play, Childlike dreams return, Cares melt away in each drop, Balance is being restored. —Janet Written for Your Daily Word Prompt: Inviting, and RDP Tuesday: Balance Rain is like macaroni & cheese to me; it’s my “comfort weather.” The fire goes on, blankets get piled high, and […]
—Photo Memories This photograph was taken when I lived in a mobile home for a few short months, in a town called Catalina… in Arizona. It’s about 20 miles or so from Tucson, and those are the Santa Catalina Mountains in the distance. My best guess is that I took it a little over ten […]
Trees, by Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast. A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray. A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of […]
When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world. John Muir I know I’ve done droplets already, but they never cease to catch my eye and amaze me, so I’ll probably photograph and share them again and again. This camellia shrub is right outside the front […]
Leaves from one of the trees that my dad planted, just hanging out over the wash after the rain.
Laughter sparkles like a splash of water in sunlight.
After Last Night’s Rain
What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon, Mary. George Bailey, It’s a Wonderful Life
These are shots today, from the front yard…after the rain. No objects- except the sidewalk- are in the photos, only their reflections in the damp ground (not really deep enough to call a puddle).
I was excited to get out there and try some puddle shooting (thank you Marcus for your ideas and inspiration). This was so much fun.