When I was a kid we had a big lawn and the cheapest lawnmower on the block. ..our lawnmower was always covered in rust and when pushed shrieked like a banshee in heat.
Our Human Condition
Several years ago, I found myself enjoying the early morning hours more and gradually switched over to being an early bird. I don’t know what the genesis of the change was but I can say I like it.
Everywhere we look in the world, there are intricate patterns awaiting to capture our attention; from a spider’s web to the striations on a leaf, we are surround by intricacies that keep our world magical.
I wake to the quiet—a split of time held in smoky purity …but then a thought imposes–a heavy tsk-tsk that makes my head bow and my stomach curl. It’s a call to suffering, a shift towards fear…
A happy heart is a softer, more compassionate heart. It is not motivated to hurt or malign others… so seize the moments that come and cherish them.
This morning…my cousin rang me to tell me that Auntie Ed, at the grand age of 99, had passed away. While I understand when people say what a life she had, and yes she sure did…I am sad.
Capturing motion is a beautiful way to convey a story in a photograph, sometimes even more so than a photo of the same subject in a stationary pose.
I never became a lawyer, but I did fall in love with Della Street. It seemed to me that Della was the perfect woman. Day or night, she was forever doing whatever Perry asked…
What a beautiful Sunday morning. I was sitting on the porch today with Daisy, our Jack Russell mix, and Jaco our black lab/pointer mix. Without any notice at all Jaco bound from the top step…
Some folks are so casual with spewing hateful words around their kids; they think they are too young to understand or that they are not paying attention, but that is not always the case.