My Wish for You in 2019—-Tuesday, January 1, 2019

I wish for you to get to walk this planet no longer battered by being an adult,

To no longer be crushed by the every day of every day

That your hearts will be lifted

You can recapture your innocence

And claim some of the joyous magic that surrounds us each and every day.

Then when you lay your head down at night you have found wonder,

wherever you live—rural or city, country or town…where ever you call home

My wish is for you to reclaim, it not all, at least some of the magic which is part and parcel of our days.

That your year…this year of 2019…is a most magical year for you.

“Write upon your heart that every day is the best day in the year.”–Ralph Waldo Emerson

With all my heart and my love,

Happy New Year, My Friends

Linda

 

 

Sunday Stills—2012

The challenge for Sunday Stills is to post your favorite photo from 2011 and your photographic hopes for 2012.

I actually liked this one that I took this morning…I love the colors and the crisp feeling it provokes.

I hope to be able to continue to ‘see’ what I’m photographing—looking for lines, lights, and colors. And apply it to people.

I’m still learning how to photograph people…it’s a skill I would love to have.

Have a wonderful 2012…It doesn’t seem possible we are here.  When I was in the first grade this year seemed ages and ages away.

Linda

 

 

Happy 2010

It has taken many years for me to understand that material things (which seemed so important) can be replaced by the beauty and simplicity of the views from my  our backyard —

Like watching the last of the leaves blow off the giant Cottonwood tree

Seeing Fuzzy running alongside the four-wheeler, as we go check the water

Watching the chickens busy scratching in the dirt

Feeding the cows, brushing their fur

The shadows of the buildings slowly working their way across the place until fading into the darkness of the night

Grandchildren playing outside in the late summer evening with laugher floating on the breeze

I used to be too young to care about all these things

Then as time progressed too busy weeding, or mowing, or canning, to notice

But I am old now; these things are my most precious memories

And my most favorite of things

 

After spending the first part of my life rushing through it I think I’ll spend the last little bit enjoying every minute I have left.

Have a Happy New Year!  I’m taking some time off and will return on Monday, January 4, 2010.

Linda