I think these photos from a trip to Olympic National Park depict “curves” very nicely.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting #2
I wrote this poem today after gleaning inspiration from this photo I recently took. Lately, more than ever, I have learned to enjoy the “right nows” in my life. We are always rushing things, thinking that something in the future is the big thing that will finally right our world or somehow perfect it. We have to live for now, cherish each moment with our loved ones. Time is fleeting and we never know what today, much less tomorrow holds. Be blessed!
Time is fleeting, time is flying, and time is promptly rushing by
While I sit and wait for “moments”, the sun is setting in the sky
Wasting the now, biding my time, as the important event; it draws near
Losing the present, while lost in the future, forsaking the now and the here
Might I live in this moment, embrace this fine hour, presently finding the bliss
Making beautiful memories today, on which I will soon reminisce
Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting
The challenge this week is “fleeting”….I love this photo; I’ve always wondered not only what she was doing, but what she was thinking. I live for moments like these!
To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality.
It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
Henri Cartier-Bresson
Weekly Photo Challenge: In the background
Looking up from my lawn chair
I was sitting out in the sun today, taking time out to reflect on the week, and this little guy was making a fuss hanging out in a tree overhead.
Soon after, a friend joined him
I got to watch them chase each other around the tree
Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern
Weekly photo challenge: Culture

Stone crab boats lining up for the Annual Blessing of the Fleet
In our small town, stone crabbing is a way of life for many, a part of our culture. I took this as the boats left their docks to line up in front of the historic Rod & Gun Hotel for an annual celebration called, “The Blessing of the Fleet”. Local ministers and community gather to corporately pray for the crabbers, their safety and for a good season.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Up
A matter of trust
Since I work from home on a laptop all day, I try to make an effort to get outside and take a walk or work in the yard during my lunch break.
Today, as the sky threatened to open up and pour buckets on me any minute, I figured it best to stay close to home.
As I was weeding, I heard a rustle. I thought it was just lizards (here I go again, denigrating the lizards; see yesterday’s post to understand) until I saw the familiar red hue of the male cardinal. He wasn’t even four feet away from me, hanging out, hopping around in the shrubs.
I found myself both thrilled and somewhat amazed that he trusted me that much. But, after all, I am out here every day. My husband and I do keep his source of food brimming over for the continual taking.
The first time I ever saw the cardinals, they were very skittish and flew away if we got anywhere near, but with time and the proof that we care (food) and we won’t harm them, they are growing to count on the fact that they can come and go as they please. I couldn’t be happier.
You know those people who you feel like you just can’t reach? Their problems seem overwhelming; life has been seemingly overly difficult for them. You want to reach out; you want to be that listening ear, to help them in some way.
Be reminded that trust takes time especially once it has been broken. Gaining confidence takes patience. That acquaintance may have lived through hurt you can only imagine. What you perceive as anger and hatefulness might be a mask that hides years of pain. Keep smiling at them. Keep praying for them.
That teenager who lives down the street might have been burned more than once. The surly attitude and atrocious manners might be hiding abuse. Be gentle, and forbearing. But also, be diligent, and persevere. You will reach them one day. You might be the only one who cares enough to wait quietly, with ears to listen, arms to hold and a heart that beats to give hope to others.
And a note…I would be remiss if I failed to mention the Boston and West, TX tragedies that have shook our nation. We must pray diligently for swift justice to the perpetrator, spiritual, physical and emotional healing for all involved and hearts that are never hardened to another’s pain.
Blessings!
Look at me
I almost missed the little guy. He eyed me warily as I killed time carelessly glancing in his direction while I waited patiently for the chance to photograph the beautiful red cardinals that frequent our feeder. It seemed as though he was posing, wishing he was worthy of waiting for. Oh, but he is just a lizard; nothing pretty or colorful or spectacular there.
But, like all of God’s creatures and creation often does, he made me think.
Why are we always drawn to the obvious beauty, the thing that seems to captivate our attention and makes us utter exclamatory phrases?
The lizard in all his…well, his uniqueness, is helping keep the insect population down in my yard. That’s a good trait if you ask me! Some think them a nuisance, but these are just the small wild lizards that dart around all through the yard, under the porch, rattling the bushes and hasten to hide if they sense our cat skulking up to terrify them. I find them entertaining and amusing.
In my quest to enjoy the small things and be grateful for them, I want to salute Mr. Lizard here and thank him for reminding me to notice ALL of God’s creation, not just the animals and people that are blessed with outward beauty or obvious intelligence.










