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.
It seems life is moving quicker. I missed fall’s grand dance. Yes, patches of yellow and red scattered here and there but I missed the grand parade and finale. Or, so my mind would say. Yes, life seems to move quicker now. More…..
I may feel like I am meeting myself coming and going. Sometimes to feel I never meet. It is in the pause of stillness that the portals and sculptures of beauty are created. There, I meet myself. I am home.
A boisterous weekend here in the U.S. But for the inner child in all of us, a quiet pause that needs no rumble, thunder, or gun shot sounds. It even offers a sorta heart shape in the center. A dazzling display…..
Sometimes, smile, Life seems to just kick you in the shins. Or at least that is how unplanned pauses feel. Not having two numbers brought my little website down. A night and then today where an upper respiratory and sinus infection decided…..
A jam packed Friday, surely no time to breathe. A day of warmth and sunshine. Could I do it? We have “snow” days where people yield to the weather. Why not “sun” days? It would mean I would not get a lunch. But…but….but…. Suddenly I…..
Dancing streams of light frozen in the moment. Grasses, gathering the summer’s sun, transform the light into shawls resembling ice cocoons. I bow my head in gratitude to my camera which gifts such sight. Then the pause and whisper that not even perfect…..
A meandering drive through fierce wind and dust. Then to see and pause….the sprinkle of light and shaded dark, twisty road, and mountains wearing veils of clouds. Somehow it just seemed a fitting image and thread to bookmark for later. A little shoulder created on the curve…..
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