Saturday night I flew swiftly from a deep sleep into a wide-eyed sitting position. A gasp of air, a desperate swallow to make sure I still could. I’d been dreaming. And in the dream something had frightened me, and with a sharp intake of air, I swallowed something large and oval. A rock? I don’t…
On those days When energy leaks Do not fight it But join the seep You will find A better day Just give it up Let sleep have its way Sorry. Not exactly your cute Christmas present dollies… I was feeling artsy. I played a bit of magic with a bobber that the Brew Babes and…
I dream of the day I wake up and words pour freely out of my head, I suddenly grasp depth of field and know how to perfectly operate all the settings on my camera, and I ride my bike effortlessly up a hill of slippery snow and zig zag through trees without holding my breath.
Last Friday, I took a post New Years vacation day and rode Luke in the morning. We had a good indoor arena ride, out of the wind and off the frozen, icy ground.
I have a post on Vision and Verb today that I hope you’ll check out. Both posts are about a photography field trip but with different lines of contemplation. So if you go there, please do come back here to get the full effect of my internal and external meanderings. Last Saturday, Steve and I…
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Good job! You are a riot!
I love it!!!
The poem…the pictures…the miracle!!!
Yep, miracles are all around us, all we have to do is open our eyes and see ’em.
God bless you sweet Maery Rose!!!