McDowell Oct. 2019 #14

Look for the beauty in small things.

Lens Artist Challenge #46…delicate

Outside the rain is pouring down, putting drops on my mind, although those outside are anything but delicate.  They’re more like a giant’s roars than fairy whispers.  These I’ve found for you are much more delicate.

Raindrops are like fairy whispers.
― Unknown

 

Friday flowers…with drops

Wordless Wednesday…Wyoming water

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Yesterday we woke to the promised winter storm: about 6″ of snow on the ground and still coming down thickly.  It snowed well into the late afternoon, a gloriously beautiful day!  By the time it stopped, it was probably close to 10″, making a walk to the nearby grocery store for buy-one-get-one pizza for National Pizza Day quite a bit of exercise.  More snow’s in the forecast for tomorrow and Sunday.  I may have to head over to the park in the morning!

Choosing the six-word title for today’s post was almost as difficult as choosing how to edit this shot.  Hopefully you’ll enjoy both and hopefully also have a wonder-filled weekend.  I know I will.

Friday flowers: purple rain

This isn’t just an example of a Friday flower, it’s a fabulously fantastical Friday flower from France.  🙂  I think my language nerd self is taking over: yesterday puns, today alliteration.  (There’s even an “The-Artist-Formerly-Known-As” reference.  What’s that all about??) Who knows what tomorrow might bring other than the weekend?  Whatever it brings to you, I hope it’s wonder-filled!

If anyone knows what this flower is, please let me know in your comment.  Thanks!

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
~Iris Murdoch

I love the smell of rain and growing things.
~Serina Hernandez

Wordless Wednesday…bejeweled

Rainy days and Mondays

Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows not that it brings abundance to drive away the hunger.
–St. Basil

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood,
and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.
–Henry Beston

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, here would be no life.
–John Updike