Sunday, September 29, 2019
Saturday, September 28, 2019
this morning's smoothie
This was especially good, and the color was richer and prettier than the photo. The small amount of liquid was creme soda since I had some on hand. Then plain yogurt, a banana, frozen peaches, some strawberries and papaya left from last night, a drizzle of honey, and a splash of cinnamon. Delish...
Thursday, September 26, 2019
Sunflowers
The sun was shining through the petals of the sunflowers in this arrangement. I had to take a pic. Along with it, a poem.
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand,
And on the sun's noon-glory gaze;
With eye like his, thy lids expand,
And fringe their disk with golden rays;
Though fixed on earth, in darkness rooted there,
Light is thy element, thy dwelling air,
Thy prospect heaven.
And on the sun's noon-glory gaze;
With eye like his, thy lids expand,
And fringe their disk with golden rays;
Though fixed on earth, in darkness rooted there,
Light is thy element, thy dwelling air,
Thy prospect heaven.
James Montgomery
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
The Gallery
In a couple of months, I will be opening an art gallery. It came about in such a way that all I can say is that it is a God thing.
The space is in the first level of a new mixed use building. Business below, apartments above, and as yet it is unfinished. I am hoping for an opening around the first of November.
I am loving letting other people be involved. Clearly I need help, but also, I don't want to deprive anyone who is really interested of the joy of seeing how it is coming together. Each day brings another step, another blessing.
Monday, September 9, 2019
Sunday, September 8, 2019
A Poem
. . . by Ruth Graham that was on the back of Decision magazine.
Then and Now
The house was full of living then
and there was no need to view
the quiet contours of the hills,
heaven's vast expanse of blue.
This old house is empty now
with mostly only me.
The trees are crowding up the hill
as if for company.
I would not have them back for good
my birds have learned to fly,
but I find lovely comfort when
a wild bird nests close by.
Then and Now
The house was full of living then
and there was no need to view
the quiet contours of the hills,
heaven's vast expanse of blue.
This old house is empty now
with mostly only me.
The trees are crowding up the hill
as if for company.
I would not have them back for good
my birds have learned to fly,
but I find lovely comfort when
a wild bird nests close by.
Saturday, September 7, 2019
The Picturesque Fort Fisher Tree
This small tree is a favorite of photographers and artists. Here it is, at home in its surroundings, on this clear and sunny day.
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