Night

Night, the beloved.  Night, when words fade and things come alive.  When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.  When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.  ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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From the Heart

When we look up, it widens our horizons. We see what a little speck we are in the
universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the
sky, there are no boundaries. No differences of caste or religion or race.
~Julia Gregson

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Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
~Rumi

This is a tree which was damaged by a tornado last year.

For the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Up

Behind the Times

For the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Color

Springtime fields of green are accentuated by still-dormant trees

Do Drop By

Although I had an appointment to keep in town, I couldn’t help but stop at the top of my driveway to photograph – in the pouring rain -the drops of water hanging from the branches of the trees there

Lost in the Details

For the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

Waiting again one day for Trin to finish band practice after school, I noticed how beautifully the clouds were reflected in the car parked next to mine. And on another day, I noticed how beautiful the trees were as reflected from the icy roof of my husband’s car

Red and White

Inspired by Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: The Colors of Red and White

Waiting for the school buses on a snowy morning in rural central Oklahoma: