Looking down at the ground can be more interesting than looking up at the sky. I found this on the beach. Its natural elegance intrigued me. It seemed so significant, and yet. It made me wonder. Can anyone tell me what this is?
I swear, I heard the sun talking to me again….
(We’re back home now. Cape May was a good time, as always. One of the best parts of the trip is the things we see and save: our souvenirs. After this one, I’ll have a few more to share.)
Some things are worth a little pain—for the sake of a good blog post! No kidding, he got a great photo!
I know I know, yeah yeah, it’s just another leaf! But here’s the thing: How many ways to change its colors from green to yellow to gold…orange…rust…red…burgundy…brown. How many ways to change my thoughts and feelings? 😘
Life is a scenic walk on a long, long road. Ups and downs, bumps and curves, potholes, detours, and all kinds of dead ends that lead in new directions. That’s what makes life interesting. Enjoy the journey. Slow down, stay in touch with the good Earth, and don’t carry too much baggage. Most of all, remember to stay open for good company along the way.
(Shout out to Charo for telling me to “stay down, don’t move” so she could take this picture.)
Whenever I’m in need of a ‘pretty fix,’ I go for a walk around Morris Arboretum.
Looking at the sun, focused on how its light spread across the waters of the creek, it wasn’t until I lowered the camera from my face that the buck crossed my vision, ambling away. Another instance of how I wasn’t seeing what was right in front of me.
Don’t breathe, hold that leaf—click! Ahh!
Even a simple thing like an old dried up leaf can be something to savor and write home about.
As seasons change and the leaves grow far between, it’s more interesting to travel the road together.
Have you ever watched a tiny ant climbing onto your hand or arm and then tried to blow it off and away? Impossible! How does it do that?! You’re a zillion times its size, and yet.
Yes and no. Scrolling back through my photos, I said wow. I don’t always sleep so well, so when I do it’s something to write about. Feeling greatful.😘
Autumn breeze, leaves fluttering, falling one by one. Looking. Listening. Losing time and forgetting to breathe. I take a picture to remember the moment, and only later do I see the squirrel in the middle of the world. How many times we look, yet fail to see what’s in front of us all the time.
Leaves, leaves, shuffling through the ocean of autumn leaves, listening to the crinkly sounds at my feet below. If I were a chipmunk, this is the world I’d see. 🍃🍁🍁🍂🍃🍂🍃 🍂 🍂 🍁 🍁 🍁🍂🍁🍁🍂🍂🍃🍁🍂
