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.
On my way to walk in nature like a child running towards the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. So long away. My heart about to explode. The railroad crossing arms dropped and a train whistled. I do love the sound of a train whistle……
A most amazing practice at the hospice where I work, is the Rose Visit. After the patient has passed on, we visit the family and take a rose in remembrance. We have always taken a fresh rose which is beautiful. It struck me, though, that…..
A magpie in flight. Have wanted so long to capture a magpie in flight. So strong the desire, my camera and eyes locked on to this one that I missed a flock of 10 or more that flew right above me. Not having seen the…..
A late posting as the wind has been dancing with the energy of technology. As the wind howled and distant thunder rumbled I pondered words and meanings. Is courageous fear the same as fearful courage? Courageous fear feels like it has movement and goes forward with a…..
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