It’s two a.m. and the bars have evicted the last of the revelers. Rain falls onto the deserted street and rolls into the gutter. In a scant few hours, as passersby begin to stare, he will pick himself up and move on.
Rain Falls
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Zen Garden
Tall vertical stones with their leaning rock consorts float within a sea of white sand and gravel raked to perfection into rippling waves in a contrastingly calm, even plane. This little garden, an oasis of zen energy, unassuming and nonsanctimonious, helps keep me afloat when I find myself tossed by waves of undisciplined thought, reminding me that I - like the garden - am an amalgam, not of sand and gravel and rock, but of body, mind and spirit; and that I, too, am perfectly patterned for my own even plane of unassuming and nonsanctimonious existence.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Afloat
Haiku Five ~ Sentinel
trees stand sentinel safekeeping the barracks of soldiers long since gone
Focus on Blur
It would appear that –
in this moment –
mindfulness is a prominent focus.
Stop and smell the roses…
live life in the now…
But sometimes
maybe it’s okay to
release the brakes, and
let life come at you
in a glorious full-tilt blur.
Mindfully, of course.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Blur
Ephemeral
Fleeting seasons turn into fleeting years.
The secret to longevity and contentment
is to make the most of each fleeting moment.
Autumn
Winter
Spring
Summer
Weekly photo challenge: Ephemeral
Daily Triumph
Triumph - noun 1. the act, fact, or condition of being victorious or triumphant; victory; conquest. 2. a significant success or noteworthy achievement; instance or occasion of victory.
Sometimes a triumph is feted with a fanfare of blaring trumpets, a clamorous parade, and perhaps even a flaunting display of the coveted “spoils of war.” And sometimes... it is met with a soft sigh as the coolness of evening settles in, and one can rest in the knowing that they have survived - nay, triumphed over - yet another day.
Photo #20 for Blogging U’s Photography 101 course. Subject: triumph.
Haiku Four ~ Volume
There are loud colors,
muted tones and soft pastels.
Would silence be grey?
Photo #18 for Blogging U’s Photography 101 course. Subject: edge and alignment.
Chameleon Glass
With the interplay of light and shadow,
color and transparency,
inherent qualities and external influences,
it is possible to look at the same piece of glass
every single day
and never see the same thing twice.
Haiku Three ~ Grey
grey binds black to white an intermediary assuaging extremes
Photo #12 for Blogging U’s Photography 101 course. Subject: architecture and monochrome.
Young Minds
What do you see when you gaze at me with those trusting new eyes? Who do you believe me to be? Who do you believe you are to me? Or does it even matter? Perhaps we are both the same entity. You have so much to explore and discover and learn. I have so much to share and recount and unlearn. We can teach one another life lessons along the way. We will both grow older but there is no rush. You’ll learn to walk, then to run, then to soar. I’ll learn to slow down, and to breathe more deeply. I’ll learn to notice more details and to be more appreciative, even of the little things. When you close those curious new eyes at night, where do you think I have gone? Where do you go in that fresh young mind? Maybe you are already walking, running and soaring. I’m already slowing down and breathing more deeply, and appreciating life more. Especially the little things… like you.
Photo #10 for Blogging U’s Photography 101 course. Subject: mystery.
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