Life’s pleasures will return….

Although my puppy does not understand the change in routines and socializing, she patiently waits for life to return to what she enjoyed…. Just the simple pleasures of walking and meeting a new friend along the way!

Feeling like Spring

“Digger” Dallas
“Welcome” at the door

A little warmer today with sun shining. I feel like Spring…new season, new year cycle, new beginnings.

Started with an outside floral arrangement and a grooming for the puppy. A spring cleaning for the house…clearing out the winter doldrums. Maybe even a little bit of cobwebs out of the brain.

I know winter is not done with us quite yet, but it is a day filled with hope of new things to come.

Accomodating Visitor

Capture during a potty walk…Thanks😘

A simple early morning stroll with the dog. This is what we see. It was accomodating as I asked him to wait because I wanted a picture. I took my little 8lb. dog home so she wasn’t a breakfast option and grabbed my camera. When I returned he was patiently waiting… Maybe more for the squirrel who started playing around in his tree.

For whatever reason, I am grateful for this quiet moment and my 6 pictures lol.

Battle of the Seasons

As the signs of a winter storm are just memory, spring tries to push forth. But my dear, I do not think Winter is ready to leave just yet. You might be a little premature.

The seasons battle as they stand side by side trying to be victorious.

No signs of winter as the flowers stand back up to show off their color again.
The brown and drab of winter still stand their ground.
Buds open to bask in the sunshine.

Sacred Spaces

I have an obsession of sorts for collecting pens and writing pads (I still call them tablets of the non- technological sort). I can get lost in time looking at journals, pens, writing tablets, and books. Pens are not much of an issue any longer as I have found the perfect one after years of searching. However, as I pass by and think to myself, “I need this” it goes home. No regard is given to responsible evaluation as to whether the purchase is necessary because I have to have it. It amuses me when I get home because I will find an intentional purpose for this new purchase and place it neatly among the others. It is not an obsession taking over my space or anything, just once in a while an object catches my attention as I pass by. Rarely do I find such an item during time spent purposely looking at them.

Being that my situation has caused me to significantly down-size I have ‘sacred spots’ now instead of a space designated to creating. These objects are nestled into bookcases, on a desk, and storage baskets in different areas of my home. Some are well used and others are blank waiting for the moment of purposeful inspiration. These spaces seem to be subconsciously placed strategically to be easily accessed and constantly seen from the most comfortable places in my rooms.

My Sacred Spots are modge podge areas of creative inspirations. My Spots nudge me without rhyme or reason to create; Journals, writing tablets, sketch pads, pens, pencils, crayons, paints, markers, and my camera with its accessories….all inspiring even though the outcomes and intents are different. Once one of my prizes catches my attention; I get comfortable, play some music, and let my mind wander, observe, listen, and open…

For now I have no niche in which I create– I just create!
My muse does not discriminate…
Words inspired by or for photographs, words with drawings, or just plain words!