As We See It

I’ve blogged several times how I love dandelions. And how most times, I see a wish instead of a weed. And it’s the truth. But then, there is also the reality that…a weed will always be a weed, an evil – evil, and a bad thing will always be a bad thing. Sometimes, you just…

Tunnel of Love

“People believe I Am what they see Me as, rather than what they do no not see. But I Am the Great unseen, not what I cause myself to be in any particular moment. In a sense, I am what I am not. It is from the Am-notness that I come, and to it I…

Peculiar

A human being is a single being. Unique and unrepeatable.   Eileen Caddy Isn’t it strange that I find this halfway bloom beautiful? I have shots of the same Azalea plant with flowers in full bloom and yet this one caught my eye. Have you ever considered yourself peculiar at times? I’d like to use…

Wounded

When we talk about wounds, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? This Oak tree is just one of the many that we have in our yard. One stormy night, a lightning hit it. As mightily as is it standing, you can tell that it is still trying to show it strength. Wounded…but still…

Rare Weeds

I don’t know what is it with dandelions, they have a way of getting into me. It’s like each one of them stand out on their own. It is considered a weed, but it commands attention. Maybe, I’m just an easy to please person….I don’t know. How can a tiny stem like that hold such…

Of Rainbows & Storms

As I was finishing up my Tangled Beauty blog post, my daughter called me for what she said another photo opportunity. And it sure was something not to be missed. Who would say no to rainbows? As I ran out to our front porch with my DLSR camera and smartphone in hand, the dark clouds…

Tangled Beauty

How can someone or something that is tangled up…be beautiful? In short, is there such a thing as beautifully confused or beautifully complicated and chaotic? I’m sure if we were to ask people, most will probably describe beauty as something more predictive and orderly. Someone or something who’s in charge or know what they are…

Beautifully Bruised

I found this beauty laying on the brick walkway at work . It was there, probably waiting to be picked up or wondering if somebody would notice. I have no idea if somebody else found her beautiful or if somebody took a few minutes out of their time to admire her. I did. I find…

Pointed Edges

I don’t know if I am more excited about sharing my pictures or writing my thoughts. I guess both, because it won’t be complete without the other. I live in a rural area and to say that there’s not much to photograph here as far as outstanding places are concerned is an understatement! So to…

Life in Black & White

I love writing. I love photography. I have to have both. My photos give life to my writing and vice versa. Without these two, I don’t think I would be who I am. Something would be missing. Not too long ago, someone…a very dear friend, told me to quit listening to music or reading things…