shadows/shades of gray

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. ~Maori Proverb ...

There is always hope

"I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy"

Louise Bogan

Sweet Spring

"Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems."

~Rainer Maria Rilke

irish breakfast

wishing you all a very

happy st. patrick's day!

C'est Moi

This is me, warts and all. Well, maybe not warts, but wrinkles aplenty. :) Gosh, self portraits are fun, aren't they?

love is... flowers

love is

him surprising me with

armloads of tulips

when i feel sick

thanks, honey!

I Can See Clearly Now

"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change."

Buddha

Shadows

“When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality.”

Henry David Thoreau

calm

anchored safely

mind adrift

mist

fog

calm

The Meaning of Christmas

I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year."
~ Charles Dickens (1812-1870), English author. From 'A Christmas Carol'.

Morning Mist

Morning mist over the Great Swamp, in Basking Ridge NJ. There is such a sense of possibility in morning -- my favorite time of day. :)

Looking Up

I've been sick this week, but I thought this image, taken earlier this fall, was nearly perfect for the prompt this week. Hopefully I will be able to get out next week and shoot something new.

Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!

through the window

Early morning, first frost, through the window. :)

simple

Future trees will send their roots into the earth and soar to the sky, spreading their branches to shelter generations as yet unborn.

All from a simple acorn.

A Season of Reflections

It is a time of reaping, of gathering, of putting up the fruits of the season.

It is also a time of reflection -- season as metaphor for life.

Who is this woman I see in the mirror?

What has she done, what will she accomplish

Before the winds of winter sweep away the dying leaves?

Orange You Glad To Know

Upon closer inspection, orange chrysanthemums are really a mixture of red and yellow, just as the color orange itself is halfway between red and yellow in a gamma-compresssed RGB color space.

Azure, a greenish-blue, is the complimentary color to orange on the color wheel.

The word "orange" comes from the Sanskrit word "naranja." It's first recorded use was in 1512, in the court of Henry VIII. Before that, the color was referred to as "geoluhread," which means yellow-red in Old English.

I hope you are taking notes. There will be a pop quiz later in the week.

Just kidding.

A Heart Out of Focus

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer."

~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Who I See

My husband, hiking at a park near our home called Natirar. They just opened a new trail, it was a glorious Saturday morning, and of course I fell behind taking pictures.

But you do that too, right?

i live here

photo by Mary @ simple things

I live here, in a small house that my father built with his own two hands,

where my grandfather's clock holds pride of place on the mantel,

and the morning light is a blessing.

Here are my mother's curtains, my aunt's mirror,

and my grandmother's coal scuttle.

Books are piled on the floor, and a woolen throw lays ready to warm the morning air.

Here is where I dream,

where I hug my children and kiss my husband before the roaring fire.

My little red house.

I live here.