1942. peace

tiny buddha 

in an ocean of snow

ever-smiling

“Life is like a mirror. Smile at life and it smiles back at you.” Peace Pilgrim

1941. icy-hot!

icy fireball

lighting up the morning sky—

luv that sun!

I recently read a critique stating that too little is said about the morning sun, with poet after poet giving attention to the setting sun. I just wanted to say, I don’t feel at all ho-hum about the morning sun—It’s the greatest!😘

 

1940. the view from here

a patch of red

in a small corner of the view

removing my gloves

 

When life appears buried in bone-chilling ice, if you stay out in the cold air long enough to look around, you’ll find a spot of bright red to warm your day.