I was fortunate to come across this open water near Tavasci Marsh at sunset, just when the world was golden.
It reminded me how beautiful our planet is, in all its changing moods.
Water and light, combining to bring joy in the moment.
A photograph is a secret about a secret.
The more it tells you, the less you know.
~Diana Arbus~
It is always fun when Mother Nature shows you something you didn’t expect to see. Here, the moss patterns reveal the water currents, as clearly as if they’d been drawn with crayon.
And, as I looked closer, I recognized a pattern that I’d seen it before: it resembled the curve in the bark of an ancient tree, growing around the scar of an old, pruned branch.
Count on Mother Nature to be parsimonious. Why invent a new image, when you have one waiting in the wings to be used again!
All the vanity, all the charm, all the beauty of life
is made up of light and shadow.
~Leo Tolstoy~
This is one determined, retired school bus, pulling that old pickup along behind. It’s almost as though the decorations of new paint on the bus counterbalance the lack of paint on the truck.
I can see in my mind’s eye the fun it must have been to inscribe all of those circles. Now I wish I had taken the time to visit the other side to see if there were corresponding Xs over there!
Life is a great big canvas.
Throw all the paint on it you can.
~Danny Kaye~
I have a fascination with lichen, perhaps because it is so tenacious and tough. It thrives where there are few nutrients, and in the desert, where there is little moisture as well.
For example, notice this desert lichen, a little crackly about the edges, but still hanging in there.
It is hard to predict where life will take root, and how it will thrive under the most unexpected circumstances.
It’s like that for us, too. There is a vast difference between what we want versus what we need in order to build a life for ourselves. It is often not what we choose, but what we are given that allows us to grow into what we were meant to be.
~For every problem there is a solution
which is simple, clean,
and wrong.
~Henry Louis Mencken~
Wouldn’t it be nice if nature presented us seasons like the calendar does: On this day Fall begins. On this day, Winter arrives.
But it doesn’t happen that way, of course. Some days she feels like warm weather and zephyr breezes. On others, she pouts behind fog and rain.
And on some days she refuses to make up her mind and splits the difference!
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
~Rumi~
I was delighted to discover this tableau!
Can you see the color wheel? Green, blue, lavender, and then a whirl of the wheel over to the yellow-gold side. Just perfect.
My former art teachers would love it. I did, too.
I can’t understand it when people say
they don’t like a particular color.
How on earth can you not like a color?
~Dale Chihuly~
I’m a crocheter rather than a knitter, but this exuberant bundle caught my eye when I visited a yarn shop in Jerome, Arizona.
And then I realized if I bought it, I’d have to keep it that way forever, never made into a project. Because, can you imagining unraveling a piece of work if you made a mistake, say, eight inches down?
Some things are just not made for a do-over.
You know you knit too much when you put your computer keyboard on the floor while reading your daily emails so you can hit the space bar with your toe to scroll through them while knitting.
~Stephanie Pearl-McPhee~