• quotes,  shadows

    … when we glimpse it

    March 3, 2025

    Our religious experience begins and ends with the heart. It begins with the insight that our heart is restless. A world of things can never fully satisfy its restless quest. Only that nothing beyond all things that we call meaning gives us rest when we glimpse it. The quest of the human heart for meaning is the heartbeat of every religion.

    Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer

    When I returned from my bicycle ride to coffee this morning I caught a glimpse of the sunlight coming through my bedroom window. I knew it as a voice telling me there was a photo being offered. Did I want it? Just a glimpse is all it takes for us to see something that’s small and irrelevant at times and now has something simple to offer. I wanted it! Some would call it a spiritual experience. After looking at the quilt I rememberd it was a handmade quilt given to me by my friend, Judith, who died of cancer 17 years ago. Maybe she was behind that voice.

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  • architecture,  coffee shops,  journal,  lifestyles,  poetic journal,  writing/reading

    They’re still open

    March 30, 2020
    Morning sunlight on tables outside of Cups Coffee shop

    Before going to bed last night I decided I would go to Cups Coffee this morning and buy a latte. I ache inside for the small businesses struggling to stay in business so it was my way of supporting them. When I bought some food supplies yesterday I noticed they were open. They now have the shop completely quarantined, primarily taking call in orders only. I was able to step inside the front door, order my drink then step outside and wait for them bring it outside. That’s when this image was seen. Drink for the day was a matcha latte with lavender syrup. Much prefer honey rather than the lavender. I heard a new for many of us yesterday, we’re now called quarantiners. And, yes, Websters has that name in their dictionary. 🙂

    I started working on a photography book well over a year ago where I intended to include excerpts from my journals along with some of my favorite images, primarily to leave for my children and grandchildren. About three months ago I read what I’d written, thought it was sh*t, told myself I’m not a writer and put it down. Well, this quarantine time beckoned me to look at what I could do with the writing. I’m not sure what but something happened. A clear mind maybe, but it began morphing into a style of writing I’m not used to. I’ve read several names and styles of writing called prose, poetry, haiku, poetic prose, poetic journals, and a bunch more. Anyway, I’m having fun with it. My last post had my feeble, and first, attempt to write in some form of poetic prose on this site.

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  • Black and White,  coffee shops

    A new coffeehouse

    April 6, 2018

    It has quietly snowed all day. Snow began early this morning about 7:00 am.  Beautiful big flakes mixed with some rain. The rooftops and grass are white as this storm brings some much needed moisture. The temperature has stayed below freezing all day but does not feel cold. Winter is wanting to give us one more snowfall before allowing spring and summer to arrive. 

    I discovered a new coffeehouse, The Purple Cup. It is close to home, easy walking distance, and my first mocha latte was spot on. It has big comfy lounge chairs and sofas as well as tables and chairs. I’ll have to give it one more quality check before making it a regular hangout. 

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  • architecture,  Black and White,  Documentary/Street,  lifestyles

    Umbrellas in Hotel Lobby

    February 8, 2017
    Armstrong Hotel Lobby
    Armstrong Hotel Lobby

    I had coffee at Mugs in Old Town this past Sunday morning. Even added a bagel and cream cheese so it was an even better morning. As I stood up to leave I noticed these umbrellas in the Armstrong Hotel lobby through the shared window/wall. So, I went next door and asked to take a few images of the umbrellas and the chair in the lobby. Pretty sure this will look familiar to Tom as this is where he and Kathy stayed while visiting Fort Collins. I chose black and white because the chair and umbrellas are black. It just seemed to fit the mood.

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