Sunday, August 31, 2014

Today's Flowers: Ephemeral White

The white blossoms fade so rapidly in the summer sun.  It seems the only right and logical thing to do is stop, look, and enjoy.

Today's Flowers

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Skywatch Friday: The Journey Still to Be Ours


“Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud,  to be happy again in a new way on the earth! That’s what it said as it dropped,  smelling of iron, and vanished like a dream of the ocean into the branches and the grass below. Then it was over. The sky cleared. I was standing under a tree. The tree was a tree with happy leaves, and I was myself,  and there were stars in the sky that were also themselves at the moment at which moment my right hand was holding my left hand which was holding the tree which was filled with stars and the soft rain – imagine! imagine! the long and wondrous journeys till to be ours.” (Mary Oliver)

Skywatch Friday

Monday, August 25, 2014

Our World Tuesday: Images of Wilmington

One rainy day, Adella and I took off for Wilmington, leaving behind the bicycles.  I snapped this image because it looked to me like they were talking to each other, communicating something about the rainy day that found them in the gargage while we went off on a road trip.
In Wilmington, we came across this vintage clothing shop on Front Street.  I loved the watery colors of this display.  No matter where you go, though, there seems to be a lady in red...
 On the streets, poles and pipes and utilitarian things were covered with sticker graffiti advertising bands.  I totally respect that the stickers were on ugly government-issue gray things rather than the pretty places.

These two were my favorite.  The safe-to-cross dude and the mandala said "peace" to me.  "Well get you there."

And that's my world:  a beautiful place I love very much.

Our World Tuesday

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Today's Flowers: Sunflower Sunshine

"The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters is simplicity." (Walt Whitman)

Today's Flowers