Have a wonderful day!
Have a wonderful day!
Sometimes I just like to get out and drive.
I hit the open road for an hour or more and go back home.
I love the anticipation of what I may see around the next corner.
I love to see the way certain light makes ordinary things glow.
And I can’t help but wonder, when I see the older buildings, what lives have been lived here?
I know that their lives were so different from ours now.
Things were harder without the conveniences we have today, but then again,
they weren’t as distracted as we are now.
Do you ever wonder if, in some ways, they had it better then we do now?
I mean, indoor plumbing can’t be beat but what about everything else?
Ok, so spring made an early appearance here in Mid Missouri.
We’ve had consistant, beautiful weather since mid March, which is rare here.
This has put all of our foliage and flowers ahead of schedule by a few weeks. Fun for me and my camera.
On rainy days, I’m now painting.
I love being creative.
And just a reminder for all of my local peeps, Spring Art Walk on Main street in St. Charles is this weekend, April 27 – 29,
See my Facebook page for more info.
Have a great day!
I took this picture when walking around the Missouri Botanical Gardens with my daughter.
She pointed out this beautifully simple, non-flashy, yet stunning delicate flower that I probably would’ve otherwise passed by.
I hope you stay inspired!
To purchase a copy of this print, contact me through my Facebook page or email.
Well here we are in 2012! Happy New Year everyone!
It’s been a busy year for me, don’t take that as a complaint because it’s not, I consider myself blessed and thanks to all of you who contributed to a lovely year!
So yesterday, I took a few shots of my favorite goofy, experimental, ‘what the bleep are you doing’, thing that I reserve mostly for winter when the landscapes tend to not be as beautiful and I’m not out driving around trying to find something to shoot with my camera. Here are a few results.
Doesn’t this look like a mushroom?
Like glassy jewels….
Don’t waste it, tell people you care about how much you love them.
I hope your year to come will bring you pleasant surprises.
I woke to see the morning wrapped in a cold fog, winding around the trees
and hiding anything beyond a stones throw of my view.
I readied myself anyway and made my way through the fog to the park for a morning walk.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, it slowy dissipated the soupy cloud.
Walking along, I caught a glimpse of natures ‘bling’.
I stopped and lowered my view to see the tiny droplets of dew in all of their beauty.
I carried on, walking along my path, bathing in the crisp air,
the smells of a fresh morning and enjoying for the moment the peace of being alone.
I looked down again this time to see a bright leaf on the exposed root of a tree.
The beauty in the colors and patterns intrigued me.
I sat myself down in the wet dewy grass and went in to capture the small scene.
Lost in my own little world, I was brought back by a rustling of feet through the leaves.
I looked up to see I had a curious visitor obviously wondering what I was doing.
Eventually, I thought it time to head back home, a lot of things on my list to be done.
It’s times like these, I wish that list could wait just a bit longer.
As I left the park on this crisp autumn day,
I was thankful for the warm, fleeting color,
knowing that it would all too soon be replaced with the chill of winter.
I’m even thankful for the chill of winter
it’s only with being aware and knowing that change is definate
that we can truely appreciate the little moments as they come.
A few months ago I was a bit bored and when I’m bored, I sometimes decide to find something around the house to take pictures of. While meandering around, I found a little dandelion in my front yard growing up against the landscape block in front of my house. I decided that since this little guy had somehow escaped the perfectionist yard tending of my detail oriented husband, G1, I would see about getting up close and getting some pictures of it. In fact, I had decided to see if I could somewhat, re-create this .
So I went and fetched a cup of water and G2 (my beloved camera) and proceeded back outside to my front yard. I glanced around, saw that my neighbors all seemed to be inside, so I, a grown woman, laid down on my stomach, reached my hand in the cup, submerged it in the water, then pulled it out to sprinkle it on this tiny dandelion. Soon, as I was sprawled on the front yard, facing a block wall, G2 and I were snapping away, trying to find the ‘just right’ angle at which to shoot this little guy. I was in my own little artistic world, both creating and at the same time marveling at the intricate detail and the frail beauty of this God forsaken weed when suddenly I was pulled back, into the dimension of consciousness with the words “What are you doing?”
I, flat on my stomach, feet stretching towards the street, turned my head to see my neighbors, a nice, young couple standing next to each other in their driveway, her, with their precious one year old son in her arms, looking at their crazy neighbor lady with bemused smiles on their faces. Initially, I felt my whole body as well as what dignity I thought I had, cringe at the thought of how I must look. I clumsily got to my feet and stuttered out “T-taking a picture of a, a um, dandelion?”
They looked at each other, chuckled to each other as if their previous conversations about their “not right neighbors” were somehow backed up by this newest piece of evidence and said “Ok”. I, started laughing at myself (with them) and told them I’d email them the link to my picture. I promised them that as ridiculous as I know I looked, I hoped that they would see that something so tiny could be a thing of beauty. We ended with a good laugh as they took their son for a walk around the neighborhood.
Yes, I too think I am crazy at times but honestly, once I get past that initial cringe of self consciousness, I don’t care. I enjoy getting down and close up to things most pass by. It brings me peace, and reminds me of the beauty in all things, even the little ones.