Life presents choices. I’ve found choices sometimes leave ashes. And then comes the whisper, “what is to give light must endure burning.” I touch the ashes and feel life. A heart beat. Perhaps ashes I may not have chosen to carry their urn. But there they…..
The tree is weathered, worn, aged, and her branches have long forgotten the color of green. Some would say she is dead. I denied their suggestions to cut her down. Leaving for work this morning, her trunks cradled the moon. Somehow the image mirrored…..
Today magic took on a whole different meaning. Talking to a little one, a princess in pink, three deer strolled by the ground level windows. The windows are tinted so you cannot see into the room. They stood with their noses almost touching the glass……
Oh, trust me. Despite the fact that the camera IS my eyes and my lens to see the world, I run from cameras. No one ever has to worry about me posting selfies. Nope. Nope. Nope. But sometimes, even that which we fear or dread…..
Oh little one, the lake looks so daunting does it not? What goes through your mind as you feel the wind and its force singing in the trees? Have you seen white caps and waves on a lake in your brief time?…..
Fisher’s Peak. The mesa sitting on top of a 9600 foot high mountain that stands on the horizon at my backdoor. I was curious about the unique shape the snow storm had left and retrieved my camera to explore. The shape reflected the…..
A simple yet not so simple phrase painted on the wall. The office wall a dream come true. The saying, so treasured, is Winnie the Pooh’s promise to Piglet. Despite the doubt and fear of wondering if the dream would happen, I held to the promise. And…..
I have beaten the odds. Vanquished death twice. Why then is it so hard To simply love? Nay, tis not love Trust is the vanquisher. Swinging its hammer That I Should believe I Am Loveable Worthy It will be. The smallness of my heart Mirrored in childlike hands. From one who conquered death Sent…..
Three years ago, last week, I arrived and made my new home in Colorado. On this expedition, my first week here, the earth called me to simply rest and savor the journey that was and was to be. I gazed at the sky…..
Oh my little friends, you are so very different. One so crisp and bright, studying the bounty of seed before you. The other blurred with legs perfectly stilled. Your color changed by your motion and your feathers look like fingers spread. It is almost like you are…..
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