My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The New Year is like a misty, foggy day at the beach. You can see what's right before you, and barely discern what's coming in the near future, but what's way out there is lost in the hazy unknown. As you push ahead, cautiously moving forward, step-by-step, it comes into focus and isn't so daunting.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.” ~ Lord Byron
Stretched out on the cool grass, arms pillowed behind my head, I watch the clouds dancing by, imagining those two are us. Our feet moving together in time to our song, waltzing silently over the surface of the water. I can feel your fingertips pressing gently into the small of my back, guiding me in … Continue reading Pirouette
Your love makes me whole Dries my tears and gives me hope Happiness rains down on me Your light finds my darkness And chases it away Fear can't hide Where there are no shadows
One should really use the camera as though tomorrow you'd be stricken blind.” ~ Dorothea Lange
It rained Saturday... I know! I wanted to meander through the roses and camellias at Eden Gardens State Park, but the rain began shortly after I began my hike. I followed a hurried walk to my car, with my camera safely tucked under my shirt, with a lengthy wait inside, hoping the clouds would part. They … Continue reading Hurry up and wait
Thin spiral notebook 