"Just get back on the horse and try again." "Yeah, right!" So my horse is my bike, and after the crash on Sunday, I'm gonna take a break from riding that horse for a bit. The other horse is my blog that was recovered. I'm on to getting back into writing and my 31-day… Continue reading How to find peace with a setback
Tag: 31 Day Photography Challenge #31SRW
Webwork of trees in my yard
As humans, we like to surround our homes with plants and trees to decorate with, to provide shade, and to provide homes for wildlife - big and small. Our yards become a webwork of beauty when we let nature take its course. Sometimes we plant to mark the beginning of a stage in life, or… Continue reading Webwork of trees in my yard
Are you a bird watcher, too?
Too early to know...too, too, early to know...will I get the shot or not? Time shall tell. Too slow. Too fake. Too foggy, but I hear them singing...the birds are out there...somewhere... Too small, just a reflection of me in a tiny water droplet, waiting patiently for a bird to appear. Too bright. Too… Continue reading Are you a bird watcher, too?
How to be friends with your muse
You know it is in you, hiding, waiting to be heard. Your muse knows you better than you know yourself, yet, you keep it in the background - Hiding... How come we humans (yes all of us) do that? Are we scared of the long-lost friend lurking inside of us? Are we keeping it… Continue reading How to be friends with your muse
I mustard confess
Confession #1 - I can't believe I'm going to put this in writing, but the truth of the matter is, I admit to not knowing everything about everything (yellow). Duh! LOL! Right? Oy...I hate it when I try to sound like a hip and happening teenager. But, now that I've admitted to it (and other… Continue reading I mustard confess
A view of the path to adulting
Today marks the day I became a mom for the first time. 26 years ago to be exact. And 3 years later, once again with the birth of our second child. WTH? Where did that time go? The memories of our oldest's early years are like ghosts caught on a camera, leaving behind little bubbles… Continue reading A view of the path to adulting