Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Random day

So much information flooded into my life this past week.... and school and work... and personal.

So today I offer random picture Monday. iPhones and database pics....
Let us make it a good week.
Help and support to all who need it... love without judgement. Eat, Pray, Love.
Have a beautiful week and pm or text me if you want.   We all struggle....
Nice broth soup...
Goofing off while studying.. the twinkle lights...
Succulents for my friend..

Friday, September 21, 2018

The memories 

The memories that haunt us and the truth that sets us free... or does it? 

Can memories be healed?  

If you can’t change the facts ... how can you heal it...?

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Roam and climb

Climb as high as you can.

Wait for the sun to rise.

Wait for the moon.

Sun on your face.

Rain on your face.


Saturday, September 8, 2018

Black and white continues 

....pardon my novice-ness.

This weeks assignment .... shallow depth of field, b & w, manual, no flash ... and then deep depth of focus...same requirements. 

I have two sets to turn in... and three days to “do better” than below.   I don’t want to play it safe... I want to learn... and also take a great shot... creative self.. open upπŸ™πŸ»πŸŒžπŸ™πŸ»

Here are two sets so far.... opinions??

And these..

I am looking for some sunsets on rock tomorrow... looking for something out if this works.. 

✌️ peace 

Monday, September 3, 2018

Black and White

Shooting in Black and White for a motion assignment.  It’s more fun than I thought, and a nice degree of challenge and getting to know about shutter speed. 


 I had to make up subjects as I had nothing moving to work with.  These are not the final submissions but it got my brain working and some of the "scary" out of the way. 

Have a great week.  September is here, summer daylight fades....

Saturday, September 1, 2018

The Work of Happiness by May Sarton

The Work of Happiness


I thought of happiness, how it is woven

Out of the silence in the empty house each day

And how it is not sudden and it is not given

But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.

No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark

Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.

No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,

But the tree is lifted by this inward work

And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.

So happiness is woven out of the peace of hours

And strikes its roots deep in the house alone:

The old chest in the corner, cool waxed floors,

White curtains softly and continually blown

As the free air moves quietly about the room;

A shelf of books, a table, and the white-washed wall—

These are the dear familiar gods of home,

And here the work of faith can best be done,

The growing tree is green and musical.

For what is happiness but growth in peace,

The timeless sense of time when furniture

Has stood a life's span in a single place,

And as the air moves, so the old dreams stir

The shining leaves of present happiness?

No one has heard thought or listened to a mind,

But where people have lived in inwardness

The air is charged with blessing and does bless;

Windows look out on mountains and the walls are kind.