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Gone Fishing

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 coffee. Or without. His style is unique and he can make you laugh and inspire you at the same time. Several of his posts have inspired me recently. Like this morning with my coffee!

I’m sure I haven’t done them justice here, so if you haven’t done so already, please check them out and follow.


Anyway, I’m offering one more bird photograph tonight. I caught this one leaving the sand and it seemed perfect for the occasion: Gone Fishing!

Peace & Love

the little things

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, thanks for reading! Have a beautiful day…

Magical Moon

Magical moonlight,

Bidding the sunset adieu,

Lighting up the night.


I’ve been playing with the moon tonight. It’s not what I intended at all. I sat down to create something with a dancer, and somewhere between snacks and a movie… everything changed.

That’s a wild Friday night for you. 😉

Peace & Love!

A Haiku of Faith

The path is twisted,

But there’s a cross, in the light,

Guiding my footsteps.

And an update for the road—

My summer break is coming to an end. School starts Monday, and my bag is already packed. It’s been an interesting season, and I’m glad I took the time to refresh and recharge.

I started organizing posts recently, updating some of my categories, and I realized something. Stories about my faith have dwindled. I guess a blog is a bit like life; like people. We wander. I’ve been a wanderer since the day I could crawl—both figuratively, and literally.

I love to travel, to explore, and to learn new things. Maybe that’s why I love being a student. Every day I learn something new, discover new things, and meet new people.

So, where am I in my faith? There’s a quote I found about a year ago, by D.L. Moody, and it really struck me.

“A holy life will make the deepest impression. Lighthouses blow no horns, they just shine.”

I’ve emphasized the second sentence for a reason. I try to live by that sentence. In some ways, that’s a good thing. Talk is cheap. Actions speak louder than words. I believe that with my whole heart. What I’ve realized though, is that I end up trying to generate my own light (Hey… why’s it so dark in here?). 🙂

I want to do things MY way. I’m not saying that I totally ignore the first half of that quote. I try to say the right things; I try to do the right things. But, the fact of the matter is… I can’t. Wait. Let me rephrase that.

I can’t do it alone.

Every wonderfully awesome thing that’s happened in my life was from Him, not me. But still, I pick up that pen and try to write the final chapters—I try to force the ending. Don’t we all? Human nature is… well… human nature. It’s in our DNA.

The bottom line is that I’m not sure where He’s taking me. I have dreams, goals, and plans, and… God willing, I will see them all through to fruition.

I work hard, study hard, live a quiet life, and always do my best. But, I can’t write those final chapters. Not yet. Do I have enough faith to believe that they’ll be as magnificent as the first?

Absolutely.


Thank you for reading! It’s a beautiful new day. Life is good, and God is great… all the time. Keep the faith!

—Janet

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Twisted, Cross

P.S. It seemed fitting to use an old road trip image for this post: Driving through Utah, 2011. What a beautiful ride.

Karma

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.


Your Daily Word Prompt: Karma

I’ve been stumped the past few days. Writer’s block, creativity block… whatever you want to call it. Slightly annoying—that’s what I call it.

When I saw the word Karma my mind went where any annoyed person’s head would go. To the dark side. You know… rubbing my hands together, evil grin, thinking the worst. Revenge (even though I’m my own worst enemy, so that’s probably a bad move).

But Karma isn’t revenge. It’s quite the opposite actually. If you sit around hoping (bad) Karma will make its way to someone else, you’ve missed the point completely. That’s like trying to get the speck out of your friend’s eye when you’ve still got a log in yours! That’s my two cents.

Anyway, I shifted gears and put my focus on positive energy instead. Bold, bright, vibrant and colorful energy. Faith, Hope, Love & Kindness.

Be the energy you want to attract. Everything starts with you.

—Anonymous

On the Edge

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).

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Birds of a Feather

—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 the full size. I don’t know, maybe it’s just my phone. 🙂

Living the Dream

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.

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Looking Back

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.

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Sacred Space

Petals of white satin guard the stairway. As I make my way up, their feathery ends sway in the wind, draping the earth like a wedding gown train. Pillars of amber rise above the entrance to touch the sky. As I enter and take a seat, I see soft silk brushes, painting the clouds with gold. I am in awe, and then suddenly I realize…

I am home.

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Flor de pepino

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.

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In the Quiet

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

Clear Vision

Something eye opening happened recently.

I had been holding off on writing a life-journal update because it seemed there was nothing exciting to share. Eventually I did—in my No News is Good News post—but by the time I sat down to write I was tired. What I failed to mention is that I had one of those aha moments just prior to writing.

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Wishes Come True

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

Catching a Wave

Cowabunga…

I’m out of my comfort zone!

I’ve been wanting to do an abstract wave for some time now. I kept putting it off because ‘me and Illustrator’ aren’t the best of friends. Those pen tools are obnoxious!

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Sneakers: Family Portrait

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.

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The Wallflower

An Ode to Introverts

Solitude,

You are so dear to me.

Sometimes I wonder,

Do I love you more than I should?

My friends are all out gallivanting,

And here I am,

Alone with you.

You give me comfort,

Help me gather my thoughts,

Like a breath of fresh air,

You are my best friend.

I curse at times,

Stare at the mirror and shout,

You are a hermit!

The Judge strikes the gavel,

And the verdict is in,

Guilty as charged!

But I stay anyway.

You have incredible power.

I can’t help but love you.

Signed,

The Wallflower

Weekend Writing Prompt #115: Write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 95 words using the word “Judge”

One-Way

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

Yin and Yang

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 image is a morning glory in our yard. These flowers aren’t in our yard by choice. They belong to our neighbors, but they trespass on a regular basis.

I worked on this one some time ago, trying to create an interesting black and white version. The fine line that glimmers off to the right is actually a spider web. Part of my goal was to show that off. I think it’s amazing how tiny and fragile these things are. The flower appears to be floating if you ask me. It reminds me of a clean white sheet, blowing in the wind on a clothes line. Or maybe a magic carpet.

That’s about all for now. I’ve been contemplating writing—doing an update on my journey/journal—but every time I sit down to do it I end up in Photoshop instead. Maybe that’s a form of avoidance. I don’t know. I’ll get to it soon enough.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend! Life is good, God is great, and all of His creation is beautiful… even specs of pollen, and itty bitty spider webs.

—Janet

RDP Saturday: Wind & Your Daily Word Prompt: Project

On Solid Ground

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.

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