Simply… Continue reading Magical
Clinging, reaching for shards of light, the kiss of morning dew to brighten her cheek. Her innermost self fully revealed, no longer concealed behind the layers, white. Soft, she whispers to the coming night, “Shall we dance into the Milky way together? Sadly she gazes back over her delicate shoulder with sweet sorrow to leave this life, a treasure. The others, still so fresh and new, brilliant they dance and laugh and revel in the days. Upon her cheek a dewy tear glistens in the glow of sunset’s kind crimson rays. Takes her gently by the hand and bids her … Continue reading Lingering/Photography
For Linda Hill’s SoCS promt of All or Nothing. Guess I’ll have to go with nothing. That is what I woke up feeling like today. So much apathy, insincerity, and downright meanness around me has left me feeling less than zero after … Continue reading #SoCS All or Nothing
Hold your breath as though it were your last…. Continue reading Celebrate Renewal!
Can you find me? Continue reading What Am I?
“Kiss me quick before I go…” Continue reading Shall We Dance
What I am sharing with you now are just a few photos from our walk. This was just what I needed to renew my spirit after a very draining and in many ways, discouraging, week. Mother Nature never lets me down. We finished the day off with a wonderful Thai dinner at our newest favorite restaurant. Continue reading Hontoon Island/Photography/Tourism
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
Lastly, there are those moments that just slip through your fingers like sand, as your attention wanders and you get distracted. If you have your eyes (and heart) directed towards a brilliant sunset, take no prisoners. Listen to no one. Continue reading The Ones That Got Away/Photography
The season’s storms may howl in protest, shaking their fists against the marching of time. But onward it goes as the tides ebb and flow, and courting the damsel whose fingers grow cold. Hold onto your hat my friend, for … Continue reading She’s Coming…..