Textures of Harmony
There is a coffee shop that’s calling my name, and an unmarked-grave-yard that gave me the heebie-jeebies.
There is a coffee shop that’s calling my name, and an unmarked-grave-yard that gave me the heebie-jeebies.
Confession: This is the time of year when I can’t help grabbing my camera and capturing the last bits of color outdoors. They fill my mind with light. (Hold on, hold on. I’ll get to the food in a minute.) I found a spot of loveliness in my kitchen too… a sensory delight, and not for …
Recently I came across two pictures on social media that filled me with joy. They are wildly different: the first, pristine and elegant, mysterious, imaginative; the second, grainy and smudgy and hopelessly outdated. Look at this. Rob Gonsalves is a Canadian artist who likes playing with optical illusion and duplicate realities. Here is more of …
…who was disappointed in the lack of photos accompanying my last post and asked for them. Dead Bee Front elevation: Rear elevation: There. Happy now?
Sometimes it is better not to. I love this picture. It was taken in joy, riding a kiddie train with my son and the other first graders, but it belongs with the dark feelings of yesterday, when I visited a nursing home with a few ladies from church. Although I am trying to be as nondramatic as possible …
From buttercream to radiant gold their cups tip up to catch the sun and spill out hope and healing for a tired world. Mommy, I picked some sunflowers for you…”
Something so bittersweet about marrying off a little brother. He is going to be very happy.
I think I might throw up on you. I can look even smarter than this but I’d probably break something. Really? A lifetime supply of Reese cups? I was born with a leaf growing out of my chin. Plus I can see into the future. I just robbed the second-largest bank in Paris using only …
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