Better known as Sippitus Serpentes Plastica de Azul. This rare specimen is an exceptional find in the wilds of the State Park and reserve areas. How thrilled and surprised I was to discover one right in the parking lot as we were about to leave!
Continue reading Random 8/The Blue Snake…
This morning I stepped outside to practice my appreciation of this life, this beautiful world, this new chance to be whatever I can within it. I say practice because few humans ever master the art of apprecaiation. Many may think they have mastered a lot of things; but I like the practice of meditation, appreciation and gratitude. It keeps me on the edge of discovery and bright expectation. Continue reading Clarity
What nectar sweet so deep within should
call with temptress voice such beast
to breach to reach with
hungry lust and
fully take
beauty’s
Sometimes.. The very lightness of being…. is more than enough… Continue reading Enough/Photography
Ella glanced down, stroked the downy head of Eagna’s daughter, and looked back at Naofa, her eyes glistening with tears. “Love is greater than all of these things.” Continue reading Moving Toward Miracles/Forever Never
Hi folks. I do hope your holidays are miraculously filled with tiny treasures, those often overlooked miracles that make life truly magnificent. I’m sorry I have left you hanging with the story but I have been busy with family. I … Continue reading The Little Things
Like dew you cling and stare at me
before you go, and quietly
I accept these gifts of Life, Continue reading First Light/Photography/Poetry
I always thought my singing would drop the birds from out of the sky. I just didn’t think they would be breathing when they landed. Ha! Continue reading Lonesome Dove/Not So Random Moments
Slowly he related the things which he remembered. It wasn’t really difficult, for he had had these dreams over and over for many cycles now. Not every night but enough so that he felt sick when he talked of them. Even as the words left his mouth, he regretted their release; for perhaps that is where the birth of the inevitable truly lay. In the knowing.
the breeze teases you as each time you reach for it, Continue reading Gifts
...mostly it's photos of Vankleek Hill.
Dailys
The world around through my camera's lens
Rhymes and Reasons
The view from here ... Or here!
Discussions on life influences and travels
Observations of the illusion through the eyes of wonder...
creating order out of chaos, and vice versa
Life through Mindful Media
Becoming Unstuck
the phenomenon of reflection
Health, Beauty, and Natural Living
For all the traveling souls
Poetry Whispers In a Pulchritudinous Dialect
- We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us -
My 365 Day Journey Home
Be Original!
“Go, fly, roam, travel, voyage, explore, journey, discover, adventure.”
Traveller, photography
No matter what you have been through, you can feel good again
Photos, art - and a little bit of LIT.
Everyday
Psychosomatic Prose.
I journeyed thru the chaos, I danced in the rain, I am finding the fullness of life again.
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
A collective of poems and photos.
And then I stop and sit and eat.
