At The Table In My Sunroom

Friday, April 16, 2010

It always amazes me how miraculous Nature is, and how tenaciously living things persist in their existence.

It snowed a bit here this morning. Yet, the early grass, leaves and blossoms appear to be taking it in stride. It is not unusual for it to snow in April, and Nature in this area is not quelled by it. Delicate flowers and infant sprouts bend under the weight of damp snow, but do not die.

They seem to me to be saying, "I am here, and I will remain and grow no matter what you throw at me."

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ELKApril 17, 2010 at 5:20 PM
good words for humans to live by ....
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Midlife RoadtripperApril 20, 2010 at 12:28 AM
"I am here, and I will remain and grow no matter what you throw at me."

Sounds like me. Or at least what I want to be.

John Irving has a new book? His last one I couldn't get through. I hope you will post what you think of this one. And thanks for visiting me. A tad busy, so will be a better follower in the future.
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Thanks for visiting. I love having you at my table with me.

A time has come in my life to reach into another place, to reach into a cobwebbed and stiff part of my brain - the creative part. And then, maybe to take what I find to hold it out to share. You see, I have never been creative (and am still not, you might say); I have experienced the world analytically. I now see there is so much more to the world than that.

This started with an idea to write a photo-journal to myself. In that journal, I would write and take photos of details to CONTEMPLATE the numerous sparkles of life I have around me, and CAPTURE them to last. So here I am, come join me....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The Road Less Travelled" by Robert Frost

Friday, April 16, 2010

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