I have shared this photo so many times, for so many topics, but I really love it.
I think I even posted it once for the topic of “bokeh”, and STILL had not discovered the Bald Eagle photo-bombing my apple blossoms picture. It took a comment from a follower for me to see my own
I think it might be one of my best, but totally by accident.
I might need some new material…
This discovery has continued to teach me…about paying attention, looking closely, seeing things from different perspectives, guardians watching over us, and Spirit Animals.
The Eagle is a symbol in many cultures of freedom, vision, and enlightenment….
I was taught by my father to keep my eyes open and there would always be amazing things to see, even where you least expect them.
So just walking to my car, I spotted this in my driveway. Don’t know why but I thought it was beautiful.
(I do have a whole category titled Art is in the Eye of the….so I don’t assume you will agree.)
Do let me know what you think!
no idea what the clear bubbly plastic thingy is….
I remembered this one series of photos from a while back that really captured “twisted”!
And in the same yard…
I LOVE this word. Now to find some photos to represent such a fun topic!
First, the definitions of the word…
Does it mean warped, as in “unpleasant or unhealthily abnormal thinking”?
Like my best friend’s idea of ART?
Or twisted, like…
James still has toys at 71 years old…
Or maybe twisted, as the following are some of my favorite photos?
Don’t worry, he’s not hurt…just “resting and looking at the view”.
My hair stylist of 30 years, tracking my recent hair loss…yikes!
Or maybe it’s just that other definition of twisted…
“forced out of its natural or proper shape; crumpled”
Anyway, I had fun in a twisted way…
One of my all time favorite miracles!!
Give yourself these three minutes when you need a break from whatever!!!
Have a good weekend.
green eggs and ham, anyone?
Ahh, controversial topic for me.
My Mom’s parents figured prominently in my young life, but pretty much continued their emotional excommunication of my mother, with my sisters and me. So there was no closeness. Mostly disdain.
I never met my “father’s” parents because I never met my biological father.
My Dad’s parents were gone before I was born.
I was close, for a while, with a boyfriend’s
Just not much experience with grandparents. So I became dedicated to being a good one myself!
I am “Dammaw”! Hear me roar!
Disclaimer: I’m responding strongly to this topic, but
obviously not with my own photography.