I have been relaxing so much this summer that I actually had a hard time picking just one image out…I used this image for my Picture Summer entry for today which had a prompt of “summer solitude”….Just hanging out in my backyard hammock.
Gail
“When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
Then sings my soul…”
How Great Thou Art
Lyrics ~ Carl Boberg, 1859 – 1940English Translation ~ Stuart K. Hine, 1899 -
When I was a child I was a member of a girl’s choir….and these lyrics always resonated with me and stayed with me…
I prefer analog watches and clocks but this how I have been checking the time lately…too much time to tell you the truth:) I look at that corner and say to myself…how did another hour go by so quickly! I need to get off this chair and get outside!
Gail
I cheated in that this is not a new photo…but I did just add some textures to it in Photoshop…and how could I resist posting this sweet butterfly…dreaming of flying…
…Really two journeys…my journey on the path to where I watch and enjoy my grandchildren…and their journey on the path of their futures…It is rewarding to be here….
All week this bunny has been nibbling in my backyard…He is very big and looks like he could eat lots of garden vegetables!
No matter where you live you're sure to find rocks, stones or pebbles. My challenge this week is to photograph them in an interesting and creative way...
"Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides."
Junichiro Tanizaki
...I was struck by the beauty of the patterns made by shadows as much as I was struck by the beautiful art here in the museum...
Encouraged by a neighbor I joined her in taking rug hooking classes. This is the first rug I made using strips of old wool and new. The design is an old pattern which I changed in only small ways by making the chicken a RI Red and the flag the state flag of RI. It is a fun way to recycle old woolen clothes...some of these strips used to be old mini-skirts...
...I wake in my sister's guestroom bed, concentrating on the cracks in the old plaster walls...If I stay in bed longer I can delay going downstairs to see if my sister is awake with pain this morning...I can hope that this cancer that has created a crack in the structure of our lives is just a dream...I mourn our past, easy-going lives...
...His head looks down one side of the building, his tail droops down the other side...If you don't look up you might miss it!
So many of us had a passion for reading as a child that I will define my passion even further...I had a true passion for all things Louisa May Alcott. I loved to read even when very young...I can remember pretending to read picture books before I really could... but my true passion started when I first read Little Women...I can remember the first time I read it, maybe I was nine, sitting on the porch of a beach cottage, crying over Beth's death. Since then I have read this book many, many times as well as every other book LMA wrote. The books pictured were my mother's and then mine. I cherish her name in each of them...Because of Little Women I had to try to read Pilgrim's Progress...which I never could get through...and Dickens's Pickwick Papers...which I loved...and from there to other 19th Century novelists...and on and on. I so wanted to BE Louisa May Alcott and to write like her...
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