Scattered Light
Who would ever think the weedy, rusted fence in our backyard, looking out over a refinery could be like stained glass?
Who would ever think the weedy, rusted fence in our backyard, looking out over a refinery could be like stained glass?
Lately I’ve been a real homebody. I’m not alone. My old guy, here, only wants to go out in the cold when he has to. This means we will be…
I think it all started with the Fisher Price record player. You know, the one that played: “Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?” Later, I had one like this….
raftmaking Our streamside campsite. Clingmans Dome observation deck Somewhere between Tennessee and North Carolina. Morning at Cades Cove above and below Gatlinburg skylift Pigeon River White Water Guess Thunderhead, faster…
My pictorial cure for the beginnings of a migraine at 11:47 with the first day of school looming: the unscheduled, colorful, climb-y, lanky, slightly wild things of summer. (my flickr)
She “goes to bed wi’ th’ sun, And with him rises weeping.’ – Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale It does seem to be craning to look at the sun for guidance…
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this is beautiful! the photos and the words.
Just goes to show you can find beauty in anything if you really look. Even from a weedy, rusted fence. Lovely light.
Thanks Jennifer and Gail! I think the biggest lesson I've learned through 365 is to find beauty everywhere, even if it is just a few square inches.