Symmetry
Our little town. One of our locals. (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: symmetry)
Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
Our little town. One of our locals. (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: symmetry)
Read MoreFor Bushboy’s Last on the Card challenge.
Read MoreAutumn celebrates contrastsdrawing attention to coloura last gasp at vitalitybefore Winter’s slumber Land revels in contrastsindustry and agricultureco-existing beneatha variant sky. (for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: contrasts)
Read MoreWhat you can’t see are the falls – the water drops off literally below those birds’ feet. I suppose with the knowledge that wings can save you, there is nothing risqué about standing on the edge. (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge : On the Edge)
Read MoreDid you now that trees are community oriented, and that they can alter their chemistry to benefit their social families? I’ve been reading the Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben, and recently viewed a Nature of Things episode on the same subject. Seems trees have much to teach us. This week I challenge you […]
Read MoreWhat could you talk about for 30 minutes without any preparation? Your answer is your prompt for this week. Send me photos, prose, poetry, or whatever else demonstrates your topic. Can’t wait to see what you come up with. Participate by creating a post and linking back here, or just leave a comment below.
Read MoreI first heard sisters Emily and Amelia Nagoski on Brené Brown’s podcast, Unlocking Us. Wanting to know more, I ordered an audio version of their book Burnout: The Secret To Unlocking the Stress Cycle. As a woman, their words resonate from beginning to end. Emily Nagoski, PhD and her twin sister, Amelia Nagoski, DMA, exam […]
Read MoreKind well wishers sent us three bouquets during Ric’s recovery. These images examine the details. For Lens-artists Photo Challenge: focusing on the details.
Read MoreGPS indicated the road we wanted was just ahead. “There!” I coached. “Where that truck is coming out.” Too late we realized this was not a road at all, but a long driveway leading to a unwelcoming house. There was no backing up. Ric pushed all sixty-one feet of our rig (motor home and tow) […]
Read MoreMovement in my peripheral vision distracts me from the chore at hand. Am I seeing things? Mostly, it’s the coming and going of birds and squirrels outside, but when the time is just right – moon in a certain phase or whatever – I can’t help but wonder if it’s something more. Maybe I’ve just […]
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