Goodness is very simple
Goodness is God in action
Duty is imposed by others…but to practice and do good…is all about God.
Or so I believe.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
God is Here and Every Where —- Wednesday, July 17, 2019
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Tag Archives: 2019
Trying to Capture — Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Trying to photograph birds in flight has me deleting many, many photos
It’s rather a surprise when I actually get a good one
Most of the time the snaps show blurs
Or just wings or tail feathers
Where it is hard to figure out just WHAT
It is I’m trying to get in a photo.
Ah well, at least I can delete and try, try again!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Simple Things Bring Joy —- Monday, July 15, 2019
(Loki 1 and 1/2 years old)
Loki came for a visit
Running is such a fun thing
(Peeps three years old)
Running with friends
(A very old fat little sweetheart, Boomer)
Priceless.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s Summertime—Sunday, July 14, 2019
It’s summertime…my most favorite time of the year
Long days full of work, but also free hours to do as one wants
Although, the days are full of heat (we are having upwards of 99* to 104* of heat ( 37. c to 40c)
I find the heat a joy.
Although, Terry would much prefer the deep dark days of winter
Not me!!! I want to experience each day of summer following the silk threads
Of sunshine showing gold upon the land
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In that Brilliant Lance of Light —- Wednesday, July 11, 2019
When that Golden Hour comes, not always, but when it does
It pushes light into every shadow, tosses dispair aside
Brightens the air, the ground; creating light so pure it collapses everything else.
Once there…the golden light creates its own shadows warping all living things into waves which ride the light.
The brilliant light that touches everything!
Then it’s gone.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Those Oddities of Everyday Living—Wednesday, July 10, 2019
The air was heavy a day or so back, bringing with it smoke.
Boomer and jumped on my four-wheeler and headed over to the equipment area to see what was happening….our new neighbors burning brush piles.
Fire always makes me nervous.
ALWAYS!
While in my garden, watering, and weeding I came across
A wee *nasty* house fly sunning its self
Which started me on a wee little journey to photograph a bug or two.
(Isn’t the colors of the wings amazing?)
In the nighttime unseen bugs look like streaks, showing up on a quickly snapped photo
Flying bugs are hard to snap
Unless one is lucky to stun a moth in the flash
Soon I got side-tracked by that wondrous slice of moon.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
They Dominate the Sky —- Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Those enormous whisps of vapor
Massive and glowing
Sometimes so low I feel like I could reach up and touch them
And sometimes there is a stray cloud or two sitting closely on the ground, which touches me (and you)
Even when the morning shadows stripe the earth,
The light of the early dawn beginning to glow causes the clouds to glimmer
Colors lighting the sky so vibrantly
I feel like the Angels are singing to the earth.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Riding the Sky in a Rush—Monday, July 8, 2019
Looking up
In that impossibly wondrous sky
Are those marvelous flying machines
Traveling from here to there and even beyond, into worlds not known
Part of the heavens, yet still of the earth.
From my world your heart,
Linda
A Thousand Sunsets—Sunday, July 7, 2019
In that Pulse of time
Called Evening
That Forever place where the air mists
And reaches into the sunrays
Or is it the other way round
The sunrays reach up and beyond the shadows
Tickling the clouds; washing them in the sunshine of color.
Sometimes sunsets only flick the clouds in pastels
the Air turning into lavenders and purples
Or a wind shifting drift of sherbert vapor.
Then, in a rare moment, those amazingly special sometimes, when the colors are like flames
Lighting up not only the air, and water, but also the earth and everything on it!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
To See When One isn’t Looking —- Wednesday, July 3, 2019
I like to stand outside and hear the wind speak
Although, I even like to stand outside on the ditch bank and look at the sun
Or stare at the sun when he isn’t looking at me
I enjoy the immensity of the air, the liquidness of the moisture turned into fluff
I like to see the earth when it green and so full of life
Or the joy of all living things as they move throughout the day
I always feel that the gift of more time
Here on the face of the earth—
Is such an amazing present.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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