Nature speaks. She whispers with a breeze, a pattering of rain.....in the colors of the rising sun. I listen and see and want to capture it all. What a beautiful connection
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Friday, December 4, 2015
Frosty morning
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Sparkle
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Friday, November 20, 2015
Morning swim
Sun peaked out for a short visit...geese don't seem to mind the feel of the first winter storm brewing
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Monday, November 9, 2015
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Front stage and center
Looking out of place, it stood there all alone, a stark green in contrast to the browns and golds of autumn that are already fading into the upcoming grays of winter....
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Monday, November 2, 2015
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Saturated nature
An early walk...chilly damp air
Such a quiet
Maybe an occasional bird or the panting of my dog.
A strong breeze shook the leaves on the trees
Sending the over night rain drops to fall to the ground
Hushed whispers...secrets.
A sense of loneliness blanketed over me. Nature's setting encouraged that
And yet with the rain and the overcast skies all the colors surrounding me
Were deeply saturated and soaked into the overcast gloom of the morning.
Such a quiet
Maybe an occasional bird or the panting of my dog.
A strong breeze shook the leaves on the trees
Sending the over night rain drops to fall to the ground
Hushed whispers...secrets.
A sense of loneliness blanketed over me. Nature's setting encouraged that
And yet with the rain and the overcast skies all the colors surrounding me
Were deeply saturated and soaked into the overcast gloom of the morning.
Friday, October 30, 2015
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
A peek at the moon
The moon was peeking at me through Mom's river birch branches the night I went to see her. I took it as a sign that the surgery ahead for her was going to be successful.....and it was.
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Secret spot
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Friday, October 23, 2015
Porch sitting
With colors all around and a crispness in the air,
I choose it as my favorite time...
until spring arrives of course
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Solace
She seeks deep within herself
The solace she desperately needs
Deep into the woods.
Hearing the breeze whisper for the sun
To hug with all its warmth.
Like her thoughts flashing,
Light and shadow dance across the trails
Traveling over the paths of today
-scattered and overwhelming-
Letting nature slowly calm her
As she continues on
Soul thirsty for energy from this sacred retreat.
Never to be disappointed.
It is here that she always finds her peace.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Leaves of Autumn
Monday, October 19, 2015
Congratulations
Very happy for them both
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Such a beautiful day!
Sunday morning gathering
Instead I will walk some where quiet
where there is a gathering along a road..where my mind ventures down
The colors of fall, warmth of a love I feel in me
So much to be thankful for and here I am reminded of it all
Silent prayers
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Surprise
How fun. Look what I found as I was cleaning out the garden yesterday
Hidden down beneath the fallen salvia
Monday, October 12, 2015
Hanging On
Rushing around the house, busy, trying to get things together so I can get out the door to work.
God whispers for me to look up out the kitchen window.
The early morning light catches my eye as it shines through this one lone leaf clinging to a branch hanging down from my river birch tree
the strong wind trying to force it to let go
Naturally I had to 'catch' it with my camera while it still hung on
God whispers for me to look up out the kitchen window.
The early morning light catches my eye as it shines through this one lone leaf clinging to a branch hanging down from my river birch tree
the strong wind trying to force it to let go
Naturally I had to 'catch' it with my camera while it still hung on
Saturday, October 10, 2015
A Never Ending Story
Like walking in a novel page by page
Visualizing the time and place
Slowly it begins, softly and easily
The plot thickens as there is more to see and read and soak in
I get involved with the characters-sometimes wishing I could change them
Bring them closer.
But it is written.
Each sentence must be devoured...not rushing to get to the end
...I could miss that little clue,
that sentence that makes all the difference
Momentum builds and builds and than, there it is!
I do not want this story to end.
Thankfully the author, and his nature book, creates a never ending story
Visualizing the time and place
Slowly it begins, softly and easily
The plot thickens as there is more to see and read and soak in
I get involved with the characters-sometimes wishing I could change them
Bring them closer.
But it is written.
Each sentence must be devoured...not rushing to get to the end
...I could miss that little clue,
that sentence that makes all the difference
Momentum builds and builds and than, there it is!
I do not want this story to end.
Thankfully the author, and his nature book, creates a never ending story
Friday, October 9, 2015
The Change
Nothing can stop it now
The trees are going through 'the change'
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Day's End
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Sunday of Color
Heartland farm, where I go to pick strawberries in the summer,
was filled with color Sunday. And I don't mean the rows and rows of pumpkins
or wagons of miniature ghourds.
Or the scary cutouts of Halloween spooks.
Cuteness abounded too with pygmy goats and pot belly pigs
Brightly feathered chickens and furry bunnies...
boxes of red and yellow apples.
The colors that caught my eye were all the children with sparkly eyes
and big white smiles,
running from the hayride to the corn maze to the haunted barn
counting the pumpkins lined up in neat rows..photo ops too many to count.
Each wearing brightly colored fleece jackets and hats-
wrapping their hands around warm cups of hot cocoa.
And it was my first time to enjoy it all with my only grand baby.
Doesn't get any better than that.
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