Soaking in Texas

All beauty of this world is wet with the dew of tears.

Theodor Haecker

The morning after a stormy night

a few raindrops linger

and a silent fog rolls in

Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.

John Galsworthy

I had a great time visiting my family in Fort Worth this week. The weather was unusually cloudy and rainy for spring in Texas, but not unwelcome -the wildflowers are more abundant than I’ve ever seen them this year. It was a short visit. Now I’m blowing on down the road like a wild seed on a wild wind.

Hope your week was beautiful Thank you for to everyone who shared your photos experimenting with frames! Keep on sending! Maybe they will end up in a future post. Love to you all. See you next week.

An absolute

patience.

Trees stand

up to their knees in

fog…

Denise Levertov

Up Close

Every particle of the world is a mirror. In each atom blazes forth the light of a thousand suns. Open the heart of a raindrop and you will find a hundred oceans. In a grain of sand lies the seed of a thousand beings.

Mahmud Shabistari

The Pine

A storm

blew through, leaving

its tiny tears twinkling

like jewels along the narrow

needles.

In a drop of rain, the entire tree reflects

Delicate beads of rain glisten on a tiny white flower

When trying to grasp the idea of infinity, consider the many tiny veins reaching across one small blossom in a single hydrangea cluster among a mass of hydrangea clusters on large hydrangea bush in a garden with many hydrangea bushes, in a neighborhood with many gardens, in a town with many neighborhoods…and you start to get the idea …

How does the velvety blossom feel beneath the feet of a flying ant?

Nature’s symmetry

The tip of a purple loosestrife blossom

Every little thing wants to be loved.

Sue Monk Kidd

When I feel anxious, I walk around with a macro lens exploring the world of insects, flowers, pine needles and raindrops. Intentional noticing of so-called little things feels like reverence and respect for something greater. It’s hard not to love a world that is so rich with color and life, and pretty soon I get caught up in it, forgetting my worries, even if it’s only temporary.

Thank you for allowing me to share these pictures and thoughts with you. I really appreciate you being here.