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2018

Come and play.

Not everything in the park was bedecked with ice crystals. While this milkweed seed was frozen (at least temporarily) in place, its silky strands were blowing free and although it’s not a leaf, I found this quote more than apt.  Evidently, this little seed wasn’t quite ready to play.

“Come, little leaves,” said the Wind one day, “Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.”
~George Cooper

Life has gotten rather busy lately, with extra shifts at work, Christmas preparations, and just general life things.  If I haven’t made it to your site recently, it’s not from lack of interest, just lack of time, so please forgive me.  Because I’ve been working Wednesdays, I also haven’t participated in the photo challenge for a few weeks and if you do multiple posts a day, I’m likely not to make to all of them.

I do hope each of you is having a wonderful and wonder-filled December and will come back tomorrow for another frost photo.

Thursday thought

People are ignorant of things they ought to know, and know things of which they ought to be ignorant.

~Victor Hugo

What are you weaving?

What you leave behind is not what is engraved on stone monuments,
but what is woven into the lives of others.

~ Pericles

Crystalline words

Words are like bits of crystal, the more faceted, the more beautiful. Speech should not be boring.

               Hu Chang in What Doesn’t Kill You, by Iris Johansen

Don’t forget that words can also be like bits of crystal in their ability to cut and hurt.  We must be careful which facet we’re showing or using.

Paradise?

“He ran through a list of possible crimes and vices until he found himself faced with the truth of Paolo’s claims: most of the Seven Deadly Sins were no longer so. Who would kill in order not to be exposed as having been guilty of gluttony, of sloth, of envy, or pride? Only lust remained or anger if it lead to violence, and avarice, if it could be interpreted as meaning bribe-taking. For the rest, no one any longer cared. Paradise, he had been told as a child, was a sinless world, but this brave new, post-sinful ,world in which he found himself was hardly to be confused with paradise.”  (Emphasis added.)

                                                                                                                                ~Donna Leon, Doctored Evidence

 

The pleasures of travel and home

Why I write (and blog and photograph)

It is one of the greatest feelings known to humans, the feeling of being the person to whom they come for food and drink and company. This is what the writer has to offer.

~Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life