#sundaystills photo challenge: “I’d rather be…”
I have to say that I am a fortunate person, and am usually happy doing whatever I’m doing in the moment. But if I had to choose something “I’d rather be” doing, certainly performing in front of an audience is high on the list. In this case, performing in front of a GIANT picture of myself!
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I may never be published in The New Yorker but I can see it from my hotel window
Sometimes you have to take a video
I’m a big proponent of being in the moment. I often resist the urge to take a picture or a video so I can focus on appreciating what is in front of me.
But there are times when I feel the need to record the moment and share it. After taking in the scene above, I had to take out my camera. It was just too beautiful.
A little green for #sundaystills photo challenge
These cairn stones are beautified by the coat of moss.
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I’m always trying to capture the way snowy branches look woven together. This picture does a decent job of capturing this.
I love the way snow turns the winter forest into a black and white landscape. This beauty is so wonderfully contrasting to the colorful loveliness of spring, summer and fall. Snow takes away the starkness of winter, giving brightness to the otherwise dulled colors.
Also, Anna is a cutie pie.
Let it snow
Finally got some snow yesterday in this spring-like winter! This picture is from the farm across the street from my house. I love how it looks black and white even though it is color.
A little bird told me
The #sundaystills photo challenge this week is “Feed the birds”. This is my contribution!
A long time ago, my wife and I were looking at a waterfall in a warm, exotic country. The falls were magnificent, yet she turned to me and asked “Is this any more beautiful than the waterfall we hike to at home?”
It’s still a good question. Yes, going to a foreign land and witnessing its grandeur adds to the power of the view. Yet I think it’s equally important to appreciate the beauty in our own communities, our own yards. Pay the money to go see all the beautiful sights of faraway places, but don’t neglect to appreciate the flowers that grow in our own small gardens.