magical forest

gilded memory

"Memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day." -Anna Mary Robertson Moses

every leaf speaks bliss to me

{quote by Emily Bronte}

autumn sparkle

celestial glow

Maybe no one can distinguish which voice
Is god’s voice sounding in a summer dusk
Because he calls with the same rising frequency,
The same rasp and rattling rustle the cicadas use
As they cling to the high leaves in the glowing
Dust of the oaks.

-Pattiann Rogers

tiny flower

I found these tiny yellow flowers in our garden today...aren't they cute?

sun flower

"The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself." -Henry Miller

honey bear

sea green (and a little secret...)

PSST! Today is the last day to vote for your favorite shop over on Paper and Stitch! Paper and Stitch is an online exhibition site chock-full of beautiful, affordable art, and it has been an honor and a pleasure to have my photographs included in the current exhibition. If you have a few moments today, please stop by and give out a few "hearts"...the shop that receives the most will win a little prize! ;o}

Happy Friday!

up, up, and away!

alight

"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." ~Hans Christian Anderson

;o)

daisy morning

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.

-William Wordsworth

poetry

take this poem

buttercup

petals velvet, simple

face up to the sun

curved to hold rain--

look in, all's clear--

wheel of lacy yellow dust

the green exclamations.

-Mary Dalton

a summer staple

daisy time

"See, the grass is full of stars,

Fallen in their brightness;

Hearts they have of shining gold,

Rays of shining whiteness..."

-Marjorie Pickthall

"Slip the boundaries of time and float free in the infinite." -Ian Burgham

vintage sunshine

"Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows." -Helen Keller

yellow from a distance

"We have almost reached the pond;

You have left your glasses at home on the table

And squint across the field

To the unfolding skunk cabbage.

Farsighted or near, I can’t remember which

But you say it is only yellow you see,

Which from a distance could be daffodils.

But they are different shapes, the bell and the candle,

And I describe to you how they float

On the marsh, like a harbor of lanterns,

Because I want you to see them as I do,

A thousand tiny sails, each distinct,

Each one among the others, each drifting."

-Karen Whalley

happiness

"Happiness does not depend on outward things, but on the way we see them." -Leo Tolstoy