All of us, I believe, carry about in our heads places & landscapes we shall never forget because we have experienced such intensity of life there…they live on in us, wherever we may be, however far from them.
-Roger Deakin
Category Archives: nature
cheers
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people.
I thought “this is what it is to be happy”
~Sylvia Plath
A sense of community is a powerful feeling.
I could imagine it might grow old, having people around you all the time, who have known you your entire life. When I have the wonderful, yet rare moments to share the present with people who have known me as a child and have watched me grow it feels very much like home.
Our parents laughed, cried and created memories together during a lifetime of summers. Carving out a legacy. Several of us, reunited over the years, carry on the legacy and nurture the bond of a passing generation. Exchanges and laughter, updates and photos keep us current in each other’s lives.
Sometimes I walk down the dirt road, as I have thousands of times in my life, and hum the theme song from the TV show “Cheers”. I relate to “where everybody knows your name, and they’re always glad you came”.
My sense of community~
Value Cherish Honor Enjoy Home
began again
The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.
-Helen Garner
Unique Perfection
I just can’t stop!
Looking back, It might be the way the early morning sun made the petals come alive that had me running for my camera. Maybe it was the afternoon shade that made me look again, closer.
I wanted to climb each layer of the pink peony petals and dive into the center of the white peony and swim. It looked like it might be whipped cream lightness (the way I think jumping onto the tops of the clouds from an airplane would be). (I’m the only person who thinks that might be fun…?)
When I see a blossom so beautiful in nature, I just can’t stop myself from shooting endlessly. The ones with imperfect petals stand proud of their uniqueness. They’re my favorite. Perhaps if I can hold it still for a moment, it could last forever.
Nature. Perfect. Gorgeous.
Wendy Andrews 