Brown Eyes
There’s a fly in my eye…. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
There’s a fly in my eye…. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Read MoreIncessant the breezeswaying target elusive –scarlet begged a shot. For Cee’s flower of the day.https://ceenphotography.com/2019/03/05/fotd-march-6-2019-wildflowers/
Read MorePatterns – a basis for understanding –math, sewing, architecture… and when it comes to art –nature is a master at employing patterns… …awe-inspiring, faith-inducing – beautiful. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: patterns.) All images from personal collection.
Read MoreWinter still hoversand yet, delicate pink bloomscelebrate Springtime. For Cee’s flower of the day.
Read MoreMan’s desire to commune with a higher power is demonstrated by church spires, perhaps the sum of my knowledge when it comes to architecture. Yet, I am intrigued, by winged structures adorning windows –like raised eyebrows on eyes, or stone built boxes whose charm endures: Even modern styles leaves one to ponder – is it […]
Read MoreFor Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Read MoreAs I type up each week’s summary, creating links to various blogs, I am struck by how different blog names are, and compelled to ask: what’s in a name? Specifically, your blog name. Mine, One Woman’s Quest, comes from a lifetime of searching for knowledge, understanding, and deeper connection. Left mostly to my own devices, […]
Read MoreAcross the miles, our wordsconvene, threads of our livesintertwining to form a tapestry. Stories of sorrow and kindness,humanity restored –of observation and empathyof inspiration through resonanceof brilliance and artistry. Each thread as colourfulas another, delicately added,thoughtful ponderings Of generations and legacies,misunderstandings contributing to tragedy,of infatuation and love’s fallacy,of childhood and noses in booksand entanglements leadingto […]
Read MoreThe antics of the Reddish Egret, and of course its stature, distinguish this bird without further identification. As soon as we pull up to the water’s edge at Indian Point Park, I can see the bird hopping and swaying, like a giant metronome, keeping time to some unknown beat. I make my way up the […]
Read MoreRed and white – coloursof a sister’s soul – I mournvibrancy’s passing. (Cee’s Flower of the Day.)
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