My online journal where I share my interests in photography, nature, journaling, fountain pens, bicycling, coffee life, spirituality and the mystery of it all.
Took the bus to Old Town the other night and walked around with my camera. This is not all that sharp as I was hand holding it. You can see on the left side of the image how the lights are lit up in town. I will try and take a few images of the lights during this Christmas season. It was a bit on the cold side and thus the reason no one was sitting outside and I’ll blame that for the blurr, also.
When we create sanctuaries we are creating places for possible healing, quiet, hope, peace, to pray, to belong, even commnity. We can find these sanctuaries in our churches, a coffee shop, out in nature, such as John Muir writes about, or it can be the wicker rocker in the corner of our bedroom.
“Until you got ice cream spilled on you, you’re not doing field work.” Randy Pausch
This image is also from 2010 while on an overnight in Richmond. It really is a busy image. But it brings up a memory for me from just one word in the image. I’ll always remember when my granddaughter told me her favorite ice cream flavor was red. No need to argue with her. 🙂
Loved this woman’s bonnet on the bus this morning. I had to smile as she got off the bus at the health club on campus carrying her yoga pad. We have cloudy overcast skies this morning and only a small chance of rain. Hope everyone has a great day and start to the weekend.
“When we want mood experiences, we go to concerts or museums. When we want meaningful emotional experience, we go to the storyteller.” Robert McKee
Nature creates with chaos and man creates with order, or so it seems. Both make use of lines and curves to create. Architecture feels mostly ordered, static and has a rigid feeling to it. Nature feels more flexible, relaxed, in constant movement, never static and is free flowing.
I leave in the morning for my sabbatical to spend time in reading, writing, studying, prayer/meditation, quiet, learning to listen to the other within me. I have been uncovering, discovering, discarding the stinking thinking I had about myself and the world around me. Hoping this time with others on similar paths will continue in that process. Nervous and yet excited. What will I discover? I’m heading into this with as much openness as I am capable of. Yesterday was my 69th birthday so this is like a gift I’m giving to myself.
I do not expect to post much or read many of your amazing posts but will check whenever I can. They have a couple of computer on site for checking email so what access to the internet will be with my phone’s cellular data or some coffee shop I may find on a weekend. I’m actually looking forward to some time away from the internet, much like our friend Cedric just had for 2 months. I’m aware I spend too much time on it. See ya later.
“The subject matter is so much more important than the photographer.”
This is the trailhead that leads into Rowland Moore Park.
This image was taken this morning at the CSU Experimental Gardens. They brought in soil for planting then this morning’s a light snow makes the dirt piles look like piles of snow. Leaving in the morning for Phoenix to celebrate my parents 70th anniversary. Party’s on!
Here are a couple of images from Rowland Moore Park taken about 7:30 this morning. I will guess we have 4-6 inches of snow from this storm. While wandering around the park this morning I was surprised with how much water is flowing into the ponds. They will be full before this day is over. Thankfully we are not cold and therefore it will melt quickly and give us much needed moisture. One weather station said we have 3.8 inches.
It is time for my yearly physical and I also need one before the cataract surgery. So, that will happen this morning. No coffee or food for right now. Stay warm!
“Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.”
Corrie Ten Boom
Doors found in the back alley of Old Town Fort Collins. I’d venture to say this morning that there does not exist a street photographer that does not have at least a hundred images, maybe thousands, of doors in alleys.