We all have them, that thing that is just right. It fits. It makes us feel good and fills us with joy. This is the cup that does those things for me. There is a story behind the cup but that is for a different time and space. Right now I will enjoy some hot tea with locally produced honey and rest in this moment my favorite cup.
………to help me find deductions so I will not owe as much to the Commonwealth in taxes as I do. Till the light at the end of the tunnel actually becomes a light not a train, Peace.
The path is the object. The setting is the question. Entrance or Exit?
I love black and white photography. Something about the color being removed that makes the character of the structure, subject and person come through.I follow a few sites the have wonderful B&W photos. Almost all the sites take the shot in color and convert it to B&W. Since most of my stuff I take with point & shots I usually take the shots in the cameras on-board B&W mode. My Canon Powershot’s (SX10is, S3is and SX260HD) do a really good job of shooting in B&W. I do not shot in RAW since my Canon only shot jpg but maybe the magic is the processing of pictures from color to B&W in RAW. None the less I tries a conversation today and want to see if anyone can tell which I in B&W and which I converted from color to B&W.
I am a pretty clueless guy so I did not know really how many photos I uploaded and shared, nor how many visitors and views I had. I checked to see what was working and to challenge myself on the things that were not. After viewing my annual report I am amazed that so many people dropped by my place and commented on my stuff. It humbles me I am very thankful for you all.
I want to Thank WordPress, and their dedication to bloggers of all shapes, sizes and flavors, for the vehicle with which I have shared a sliver of my world with quite a few folks. The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared this 2013 annual report for my blog. Thanks again and here is to a wonder-filled 2014!
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 8,400 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
I got up this morning and grabbed me a cup of Pomegranate and White tea with some local honey and took a moment to reflect. I thought about how much I have to Thankful for and set about to start my day. I hope your day got off to great start and everyone had a great Day of Thanksgiving!
I was searching the- way- back files when I came across the following photos. We were watching our friends little puppy while they were out-of-town. The Boy was a trooper and let the little one chew on him and chase him around unceasing till the both were too pooped to play any more. He showed great care and patience with her I must say because I had to take her to work with me and she was a hand full! I love that stinking dog!
The original photos, to those shown above, I took in a small town a few county or two from our place. The above photos show the Spirit of small town America and their way of showing Honor. In just a few short years it will celebrate its 200th year as an incorporated city!
There is a back story as well to the display pictured here but that is for another post. Have a Happy and Safe Fourth and Happy Birth Day USA!
In one of my last posts I spoke of several conversations not-so-distance past and the topic of someone close to our being who had died. One of those conversations was with someone who had lost her Daughter recently. I have suffered the loss those close to me but never someone who, in a very real way, was a part of me. Though I am effected greatly in the loss of those within my sphere this Lady was invested in the life lost completely body, mind and soul. In other words if this was a poker game, and the chips were down, she was all in.
In the conversation she told about some of the flowers in her garden and pointed out a Rose bush her Daughter had giving her. Below is a photo I took of a Rose bush the daughter gave to her mom several years ago. As I looked at this picture I decided to look up the meaning of a yellow rose. One interpretation had these among its meanings: A Promise of a New Beginning, Welcome Back and Delight.
After this brief but life enriching encounter I came away with a new perspective on this mystery we call life. I cannot go into detail about the conversation but I can tell you I have a lot to learn about giving Grace and accepting it.
Daffodil Hill Photography 