• Photography

    Frog Pond

    Frog Pond

    I take frogs for granted. I say that because I do not pay that much attention to them nor do I study them as little children do. Ever watch a child as they squat to get a closer look, pointing in awe of what is before them.  And, frogs are private creatures being difficult to spot. Have you had times when approaching water and not paying attention, one of them would jump and startle us. That’s when they have our attention! Their croaking and their ribbits is another way to catch our attention. However, they do not have the soothing impact on me as the Meadowlark’s morning song. It paid off when I took my time approaching the frog pond at Inniswood Gardens just in case I may find one of them basking in the sun and this photo opportunity.

  • flowers,  Plants/Nature

    It's Mine

    Pond Lilies

    Even with the threat of rain I ventured out to Inniswood Gardens for some quiet. It’s amazing how much more relaxed I can feel after an hour of walking among these gardens. The small frog pond is drying up so the frogs were silent this afternoon. A half dozen of these lotus blossoms were scattered on the pond showing their colors. I like this small oasis within the city. I go there enough I feel like it’s my garden.

  • People/Portraits

    Jamie

    Jamie

    I go to Inniswood Gardens because of the solitude it offers and the beautiful flowers. This beautiful flower’s name is Jamie and is one of my roommates. Beauty is all around us. Life is good!

  • quotes,  Religion/Spirituality

    Acceptance

    Happy Birthday, Sheree!

    Our very brokenness allows us to become whole. “No one is a whole as he who has a broken heart.” said Rabbi Moshe Leib of Sasov. “Wholeness,” then, does not mean that the heart is not “broken.” that pain does not sear. To experience sadness,despair, tears, and howls of pain demonstrates not some violation or deficit of spirituality but rather the ultimate spirituality of acceptance. 

    The Spirituality of Imperfection by Ernest Kurtz and Katherine Ketcham

    Today is my sisters birthday, so I want to say “Happy Birthday, Sheree!”

  • Plants/Nature

    Little Daisy

    Little Daisy

    The last two days have been beautiful, clear cloudless skies, cool enough to wear a light fleece. This little daisy can easily be overlooked when walking by and they are quite plentiful. There are many varieties of white and yellow daisies so I’m not sure exactly which one this one is. For me that is not an issue as I think it is beautiful flower. I took this image a few days ago when it was overcast which gave me some really good light.

  • flowers,  Plants/Nature

    Nature Therapy

    White Trillium

    Some days I need and want extra therapy. There are those mornings when I need to take a little longer to stretch my muscles as the body ages. Or maybe the brain is fried, things seem fuzzy, disoriented, no energy or motivation. When mornings like this happen it’s time to head for one of the parks nearby with camera in hand. The sounds, smells, and of course the beauty of nature will invigorate the mind and body. Nature is a healer and teacher in my life. I’ll call it Nature Therapy.

  • flowers,  Metro Parks,  Plants/Nature

    Music from Within

    Iris

    I sure don’t sing very well. Practice would probably help but I doubt I could make a living at it. I would most likely loose a few friends if I sang too often. I also do not listen to much music since the radio in my car and my home stereo went “kaput.” I have an iphone but have not music on it. The music I enjoy at this place and time in life is sounds of nature: wind as it blows through trees, birds sining their morning song, water flowing in a stream, leaves crunching under foot, rain falling and even the quiet of snowfall.

    But there is another enjoyable music in my life. I find at times while riding in my car or on a walk, that a song will rise up inside me and my spirit will quietly sing. There are those songs from the past, stored in my memory, that rise up and every once in a while a newly created song will flow forth. So when my spirit wants to sing, I do. It’s music from within, not from my ipod.