It is the last day of July and I’m surprised by how green we still are. I found these contrasting light and shadows on campus and love the vibrant green. Have a wonderful day!
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“Everything in visible creation is immersed in mystery.” Thomas Dubay
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Wedding Vows
This past Tuesday I had a chance to take some photos of a couple who were renewing there 25th wedding anniversary vows. It was a small ceremony with a son, daughter-in-law, two grandchildren and the girls. What a gift and honor for them to share this moment in their lives! This is the bride, groom and the girls. Thank you Linda and Jim! Hoping you get to celebrate many more.
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Common Chicory
Common chicory is a somewhat woody, perennial herbaceous plant of the dandelion family, usually with bright blue flowers, rarely white or pink. Many varieties are cultivated for salad leaves, chicons, or roots, which are baked, ground, and used as a coffee substitute and food additive. In the 21st century, inulin, an extract from chicory root, has been used in food manufacturing as a sweetener and source of dietary fiber.
Chicory is grown as a forage crop for livestock. It lives as a wild plant on roadsides in its native Europe, and is now common in North America, China, and Australia, where it has become widely naturalized. “Chicory” is also the common name in the United States for curly endive; these two closely related species are often confused. (Wikipedia)
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Listening to the River
Took a walk yesterday along the Poudre River with my friend Dianne. I had never walked this portion of the bike trail. The city has sure done a wonderful job on this area. I was most impressed with all the different wildflowers the have scattered along the trail.
I’ll be heading up to Red Feather Lakes area this afternoon and take a few images for a couple renewing their wedding vows on the 25th anniversary. Should be fun!
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One of my favorites
This is one my favorite fountain pens, a Brown-marbled Pelikan M205 with a custom italic cursive nib from The Nibsmith.
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Grateful for the Lessons
My grandson and his mother lived with me up until he was about two. I would take him to the playground at the nearby school to play on the swing. He was just beginning to walk so it was a good time to practice that skill. Not sure he saw it as practice but more of a way to discover the world. We constantly stopped. He would squat to check out things many of us never see: the ants streaming across the sidewalk, a dandelion, a caterpillar. I had to get down on my knees to see what I was missing. I loved this place he was in: the wonder, awe, watching, observing. Without realizing it he was teaching me to look, observe and experience the moment. Grateful for the lessons from my grandson.