Friday Follies
No arguments here! Although apparently some people need further warning: Submitted for Proscenium’s Friday Follies.)
Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
No arguments here! Although apparently some people need further warning: Submitted for Proscenium’s Friday Follies.)
Read MoreI want to become intimatewith every nook and cranny study each aspect of your contoursappreciate personal nuances learn to love and respect you,from the inside out. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Up close and macro)
Read MoreAnother day, I would have pocketed this gem, and gathered a few more, with dreams of painting them gold for Christmas along with the grandchildren – laughter and silliness filling the air. This year, I will leave it be, except for the photograph. The Christmas decorating goes on without us. We are chasing the golden […]
Read MoreWe release our seedspray for their deliverance –mourn the emptiness. (For Cee’s FOTD.)
Read MoreOur car battery keeps draining, and it seems to be a metaphor for our trip southward. After three days of travel, we arrive in Lufkin, Texas where we take some time to organize and clean the inside of the motor home, and sleep. Travelling can be exhausting. Monday morning we head out early for […]
Read MoreWrung out, yet alive –Autumn berries cling to life,and I resonate. (For Cee’s FOTD. Day 2 of travel, and I am feeling the effects.)
Read More… every day that I’m able to get out of bed,and even better, get out of the house… …a river nearby, and a camera with whichto capture the glorious gifts of nature… …the love that flows between generations,the wicked freedom of being a grandparent… … the blessing of travel, and the discoverythat enables ongoing learning…. […]
Read MoreOak leaf, of mighty,even in falling maintains fight –stand out brilliance. (For Cee’s FOTD. We are headed south and have found Autumn again.)
Read MoreSix feet across, spread the heron’s wingsgreat, grey appendages in slow flight Some wings are camouflaged, propelinsect bodies who hover within sight. A Monarch’s wings are stained-glass delicatewith each flutter, sprinkle fantasies of delight. (For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week challenge: things with wings.)
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