Monthly Archives: November 2015
Even concrete and glass were stilled by the setting sun. But then, they too are elements of the earth once alive and nourished by the sun. Just a red light pausing my journey home. A whisper to look to my left. And…..
Never doubt the power of noticing the whisper’s art and beauty. Especially for the weariest and running late for work heart. A frosted windshield that would rival any artist’s paintbrush.
Sometimes that which would delay us gifts the greatest beauty.
A day of paradox. Sunshine turned gray. Thunder boomed. Snow fall whooshing parallel to the ground. Thunder boomed. Sleet joined the dance of wind swept snow. Silence. Golden sunshine and blue skies. Buds drained of life and color cradling water manifested in drops,…..
She is one of my first pauses on my way to Maxwell Wildlife Sanctuary in New Mexico. She stands alone and seems to dwarf the mountains in the background. There is something special about the way she just stands, still, silent and…..
Two images. Two bookmarks. I wish I could show you how my struggling eyes have trained me to yet see. Then, should you ever need to know what grace is, you would know.
Some would see blurred leaves. My eyes had to…..
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