Then comes again.
Birds chirp a serenade,
Glad there is no rain.
I feel a wistfulness,
Rising in my soul.
Something akin to sadness,
Makes my heart feel full.
Yes, I love the sun,
Yes, I love the birds.
But something is undone,
Not described with words.
for a year this poem has sat, awaiting the day when i would finally publish it
From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
my attempts at calligraphy
a quiet moment at work
it was cloudy
a break in the storm
the road was wet
plants were green
then it started to rain again
…when little kitty visits my room…
between the dress rehearsal and the concert…
you know when your supposed to be doing something productive, but then you see that perfect lighting, and that perfect prop?
that’s why these pictures are here…the product of a distracted girl (me) who should have been cleaning.
the beautiful thing about this plant? it was harvested in the wild by my brother, and put in in an old coconut shell. talk about diy, right? i feel like it looks so much more fancy than it actually is, and i love how it turned out.
As much as I enjoy watching it snow and seeing the little flakes floating down, there is something almost magical about waking up to a day where the sun is shining over a fresh blanket of snow.
That is what I woke up to this morning.
The sun was shining a cold light on the thin layer of snow, so as soon as I could, I grabbed my camera, put on my brother’s chore boots, and went to see what I could capture.
A lot of little ice crystals and water droplets were frozen to the tips of leaves and pine needles, which was gorgeous to say the least.
As you can see, it wasn’t a whole lot of snow, but it was just enough to transform the world.
Inside, due to the snow, the lighting was dreamy, and somehow Little Kitty had settled down in just the right spot for me to capture the next photos.
Isn’t she beautiful?