Tag: Photography

Sunday Stills: remembering or not!

afternoon sunshine

the day we change the time. I don’t remember this day last year. i was entering my 3rd in the hospital. lots of tubes and drugs in my body. i didn’t have the simple pleasure of adjusting the clocks while drinking my cup of coffee.

today, a year after, i woke up early, i made a strong coffee, the way i like it, i fixed the time, i wrote my thoughts in my journal and i’m trying to look ahead.

the first year isn’t easy, i’m always comparing the ‘now’ with a year ago. hope it gets better.

my thoughts

have a lovely sunday my friends!

Sharing with Sunday Stills – Daylight

Sunday Stills – Wild Nature

Without a firm participation with wild nature, a woman starves and falls into a obsession of “fell betters”, “leave me alones” and “love me – please” … Go out in the woods, go out. If you don’t go out in the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.

Women who run with the wolves

Each day we are getting far and far from nature, from the wild. Everything is so sterilized, chemical and modified by the humans that we are losing our true essence.

I look for the wild in every place, from a spider web in my backyard to the mystery of the forests, mostly in books since we don’t have a forest close by.

Sometimes we need to get lost in the wild to find our true-self!

Sharing with Sunday Stills – Wildlife

Sunday Stills – Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers 
  That perches in the soul, 
  And sings the tune without the words, 
  And never stops at all, 
      And sweetest in the gale is heard; 
          And sore must be the storm 
  That could abash the little bird 
  That kept so many warm. 
      I’ve heard it in the chillest land, 
  And on the strangest sea; 
         Yet, never, in extremity, 
  It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson lived all her life in Massachusetts, USA. Never traveled far, but her words took flight and her poems are known all over the world. My favorite is this one above. I wonder if she could imagine that after centuries her words will still be traveling and touching the soul of many people.

Today’s word for Sunday Stills is flight, so nothing better than feathers and a poem about feathers to make our imagination fly away.

FOTD – Aging Tulips

Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.

Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

Getting older and letting go aren’t easy things, but we can learn lots with nature. I always keep the flowers until all the petals fell down. These were the first tulips that I got this year, at the start of February. You can see how pretty they were here. They are still pretty to me, but now it’s time to let them go.

Have a great weekend!

Sharing with Cee’s FOTD

Sunday Stills: Blank pages

Good Morning!

Today’s the theme is Fresh, well, so many things fresh things around me this morning:

The fresh flowers I’ve on my kitchen counter, fresh eggs, from the farm market, that I scrambled for my husband, fresh laundry waiting to be ironed, a new book on my coffee table …, but today I want to show the freshness of a habit, my journaling practice. I hope I have captured it below:

Let us live simply in the freshness of the present moment, in the clarity of pure awakened mind.

Matthieu Ricard

The freshness of a new morning
Coffee fragance diffusing through the kitchen
Blank pages waiting
Waiting for words
And thoughts 
To surrender to the moment

Have a lovely and fresh Sunday!

Sunday Stills: Frozen River

Today, Terri asks us to post about Frozen, an easy theme for me. I only need to cross a street to take a few pics of a frozen river. Many pretty spots to shoot, but this one above is magical, an ice sculpture!

This corner was sparking while being bathed with sunshine. I stopped there a little bit, a few minutes of solitude listening to the water move under the ice.

And on the way, I found this piece of ice shaped like a heart. Yes, secret messages everywhere.

Hope you enjoyed to walk along the frozen river with me.

Have a wonderful Sunday!