When most plant life outside is hibernating, it’s nice to have pretty tabletop nature inside. I managed to coax a funny looking bulb into this graceful bloom.
It is still on this eve of a coming new year.
So before all the revelry and parties draw near,
Before champagne toasts, funny hats and good cheer,
Before to-do lists are written and resolutions are signed,
Before ringing out the old with an Auld Lang Syne,
Take time to think of all that is dear,
For now is the quiet before a new year.
In this quiet, I am taking time to reflect on the past year. Celebrating the successes, getting over the hurts, and remembering the little things that made me smile. Snowflakes falling off branches and making angels in the snow. A game of hide-and-go-seek when you think you’e too old.
How to find beauty in everyday items of life is sometimes all that I need to know.
Colored Glasses
Early morning icicles
Amber bottle in the window
A perfect apple
Sugar cubes
Dinner mints
Edge of the leaf
Clock on the wall
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!
I don’t know much about horses (Equus ferus caballus).
I do know that they’re large, and they’ve been on the planet for a long time…domesticated since 4,000 BC (who doesn’t love wikipedia?)
Some are brown. Some are black. Some are white. An Appaloosa has spots.
They go “neigh, neigh,” and in the winter they can pull a sleigh (usually with bells on)…I’ve even seen great big horses pulling carts of beer through the snow (on television often during Budweiser commercials).
I have ridden a horse a couple times in my life. Usually under duress and at a management team-building retreat. It’s always scary (because I’m a city girl…and where are the brakes on those things anyway?)
That doesn’t mean that I don’t find horses and all the accoutrements beautiful. I do.
I didn’t have to look far to find these two photogenic horses…they were prancing around the training ring at our neighborhood park. One of them was adjusting to a new bridle something or other. And they posed for me.
For those of you who thought you were going to read about Bar Dice and shots…yer buyin’, eh!
It snowed in Denver today. The first white snow of the season is always bittersweet…beautiful to look at, but it’s messy driving. The still leafed-out trees weighed down with nature’s white burden caused power-related problems, broken trees and insurance claims.
It was still pretty – the white, that is.
According to empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com, the color WHITE is significant because it symbolizes “innocence and purity. White is the beginning of everything, before anything is muddied or thinking is ‘colored’. White represents the clean slate, helping us through times of stress, and allowing us to put the past behind us and preparing us to move on. White represents the positive as well as the negative aspects of all colors. It contains an equal balance of all the colors of the spectrum.”
Rest easy, snow-bound compatriots; after all, white is just another color. White means so much more than snow.
In fact, I am posting photographs of things that are white, but not snow – just to prove my point!
Bedazzled in sequins and dripping in diamonds, the glitz and glamour of trendy clubs and flickering neon signs is dizzying. Costumed or perfumed, strutting or staggering, throngs of people on the streets are submerged in a sea of enticements. The Strip’s flirtatious, beguiling, eye-popping extravaganza of escapism is where the wildest of dreams can come true…more accurately, be purchased.
As alluring as that may be for some, what I found in Las Vegas was something different, a bit calmer, something perhaps less obvious. For me, the fantasy of Las Vegas revealed itself in the architectural details of caricature buildings. A ghostly shadow, a shimmering reflection, a tortured angle, or a unique perspective; all a sublime illusion.
On a wonderful summertime trip with two dear friends, we visited St. Elmo – one of Colorado’s best-preserved ghost towns. Legend has it the town is still haunted by its founding daughter, Annabelle Stark. Maybe you can see her peering through the grimy window of the old hotel? Or glimpse her reflection in the remnants of still-gleaming glass bottles long ago abandoned in the barnyard? And if you’re very still, perhaps you can even hear the sound of her clicking footsteps on the creaky old wooden boards of the sidewalk as she shuffles along keeping her ghostly watch on the town.
I’m pretty sure I saw her!
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