Both of the flowers that were emerging 24 hours ago have matured into their full glory and now shriveled up and fallen off the bush.
The agave from my garden has accepted its new place and decided to bloom and the palm tree whose leaves were cropped off by marauding cows before the fence went up, has put out new branches.
I found this perfect little succulent “flower” lying on the brick sidewalk
Did the salt from the seashells make you thirsty, Diego?
This is my present view of the lot from my studio.
Small bee, large lens
Stasis and Flux
Laughter is the flux of life, aiding in the flow as we face gloomy prospects everywhere we go. Better just to stay at home and enjoy what we’re given It does no good to cry about the way our life’s been riven into “then” and “now.” Whereas the world was once a race, now we walk on tiptoe, remaining in our place, observing what is close at hand—the blessings that surround us— looking for the beauty in the space that lies around us. Flowers, birds and family. Sunset skies, the trees. Life may end where it began, here with the birds and bees.
The whole world is a miracle, and we are just a part of it. Remember, there was no mankind way back at the start of it. If we pass to oblivion and all our buildings crumble, nature will go on again, our history just a mumble that beings of the future will stumble on and wonder why we chose to pillage and why we chose to plunder when we could have just sat back to wonder at this world where everything we ever needed lay securely curled. Breathe her air, enjoy her fruits, enjoy simple things. Open your eyes and ears and heart to all that nature brings.
I weeded these shots out from 20–all equally gorgeous. What a sunset!!! And, it went from this sky to pitch black in ten minutes! Amazing. Forgottenman says I should ask you which are your favorites. I couldn’t choose but perhaps you can!!
The corpse of another day lay spread across the horizon. A jet stream cut through gossamer clouds stained with its blood. If only those old men who made the decisions were teachable, she would bring them out here and show them this. Then any fool could see what they were putting more at risk every day. This beautiful, rare world. These unique sunsets. She bent to retrieve yet another piece of plastic—this time a brightly colored molded toy. They were playing with the world, and it was a tough game, she thought, as she tossed it into her collection bag.