I stalk the light, and the world fades away.
There is only this moment,
this camera,
this flower,
this light.
Which camera? Irrelevant:
an old beater, camera phone, DSLR…
it doesn’t matter.
The flower – deconstructed
petal, stamen,
line, curve,
color.
I capture the light, not the flower
The way the light moves and flexes,
around and through,
reflection,
absorption,
glow.
In the end, it’s not even about me;
it’s about embracing the light.
Spring cleaning
Spring Break
New year – well in some cultures, but I’ll take it.
Even Easter and Passover speak of fresh starts.
Time to stop and take a deep breath. It doesn’t matter that I’m not at a good stopping point; when does that ever happen?
Mommy needs a time out.
Mental margarita
Everything I need to do will still be there tomorrow
Makes it easier to focus on what’s really important
Hope you had a wonderful Easter/Passover/weekend.
I thought I’d share these poppies for a little color bling for this end of summer post.
Monday was our seventh wedding anniversary. Seven years, and I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. I know I’m lucky to spend my life surrounded by so much love.
Any day now…
In the meantime, we’re just trying to soak up the beauty we find all around us.
She loves all flowers, but daisies really pull her in.
Poor daisies – loved to pieces…
but loved by the sweetest little girl.
I love dandelions.
They are such simple, earnest, friendly, happy flowers. I understand that people tend to despise the weed, but they warm my heart. They’re like children; they may make a mess of the yard, but really they just want to make you smile.
Besides, their greens are yummy.
These bear cubs thought so too. They were making quite a nice meal of Dandelions right alongside the highway. (We were a little east of Whitehorse, YT, here.)
