Photography: Summer Gardens Not Forgotten (Post #1)

I think I need a nap 🙂  I just now realized that the photos I shared enthusiastically yesterday – thinking those were the ones I had set aside long ago to share, were actually already shared.  Umm, my bad!  This is what happens when you have too much going on.  Your brain turns to mush. …

Photography: Looking Through the Eyes of My Phone For Now

It seems that I have not had my camera for the longest time.  I guess it is a good thing that I miss her so.  While I have tried other methods – using my “smartphone” or my daughter’s camera, I can’t help but miss the way my vision was interpreted with my camera.  Fortunately, this…

Take the Time to Breathe, a poem

Have you felt The rush of color Fill your cheeks The hot breath Of summer sun Upon your neck Sweat trickles And finds the curves A wet trace Beneath your hairline Have you felt The fingertips Of gentle breeze That soothes your skin Beneath the shade of trees Whose brilliant canopy Rises toward the heavens…

I’ve Been Wandering Between Moments

Sorry to be such a quiet voice recently.  It’s not that we have been 100% busy (although close) but sometimes, I think – that life takes a little bit longer for us to fall into place.  Wherever that place might be, is sure to be full of surprises.   For those who don’t know the…

Praying for Change, a poem

My mind has just been there lately.  It’s not that I’ve had much time to write – things have been a bit busy on the homefront, but thoughts do often weigh heavy on my mind.  From natural disasters to those manmade, it has been a rough time lately.   I feel more relaxed and at…

Pantoum: Drowning in Obsolescence

I am fortunate that I have tripped upon many amazing people in the blogosphere – people that I am not only grateful to have met, but people who have truly blessed me by their presence.  It truly is amazing to see so many like-minded people, for when in a crowd here, I would often feel…

Ready For Change, a poem

    The true measure of man is in how he uses his tongue in how he uses his hands and how he uses his life for good. He need not be hero nor selfless fool but he does not harm he does no harm and he stands not when harm is done. You will…

Awakening, a poem

  Have you heard the whisper of the dawn when strokes of firelight brush against the sky in sweeping arcs across the gentle grasses of the morn? Where dew kissed petals awake in the silence much before the rooster crows and when the last vestiges of darkness are swept away while waking weeping willows wipe…

Photography: She’ll Be Coming Around the Mountain (Post #2)

So today I have decided to delve back into some of the photos that I took while hiking in Snowmass, Colorado.  We had such a beautiful time there that we decided to put on hold our decision to hike in Aspen for another time.  There were so many trails and so much untouched beauty, it…

No Matter the Stage, We are Never Irrelevant

    In the autumn sunshine, wind whistles through the eaves of trees and leaves continue their lusty dance full of life and longing. You can hear them rattle against graying branches until at last, they are set free. They wander the hillside in masses twirling, twisting and writhing upon the wind. They caress the…

Just When You Need Motivation

  Yeah, I know – I’ve been gone a while here and a while there.  Things have been busy.  Well, it is not a bad thing for sure, but I have also missed being online at least for my own sanity.  I have two kiddos that I homeschool that are high school age now and…

Ruskan Dreams, a poem

  In the spring rains in the heat of summer days do the leaves dream of days clothed in gold and red ruskan dreams where a gentle breeze sways and holds promise – of the long descent the spiral the laying down the long sleep that follows? For though it may seem like a sad,…