Love my kitties!
I thought I’d join in on the “Sunday Selfies Blog Hop,” because young HRH is feeling a bit sad since I have not added his photo there before and he is such a handsome young chap 🙂 For more details, click on the logos below.
Love my birdies!
I feel good when
I help others.
Do I give in order to
feel better about myself?
Is this not a reward?
Even my pursuit
is tinged with desire.
How do I act without
a sense of self?
Is love unconditional
a New Age myth
dooming us to forever feel
that we have somehow failed?
Love the birds!
I finally broke my string of not getting into the field with a quick trip to South Llano River SP on Saturday. As always, the park was marvelous and the bird photography was outstanding.
I shot first in the Agarita blind, which is a departure from my norm. As long-time readers of this blog know, the Acorn blind is my blind of choice. But I felt like with the new year it was a chance to change up my shooting regimen so Agarita it was. I had wonderful luck with Black-throated Sparrows, Northern Cardinals, Black-crested Titmice, and a number of other birds.
After about two hours of shooting I did wander down to the Acorn blind and shot for about an hour. Most of the usual suspects were there, too. A set of Inca Doves that showed up towards the end of the shoot was…
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A bench at the start of the Botanical Gardens in Canberra.
Can you see the small pond alongside? It was alive with the chorus of Motor bike frogs.
Join Jude in her “Bench Series” and sit on benches all around the world.
A Rose is a Rose!
Laurie– a friend for you!
Do we know what beauty is?
Our perception is tainted by
slick marketing, PhotoShopped images
wishful thinking formed by discontent.
What is beauty? Must I know
that which is ugly
in order to know beauty?
Do lies reveal the truth?
B egin to see beauty in all things
E ven that which seems to have no beauty is part of the whole
A lways expect beauty
U se your imagination to discover beauty you can not perceive
T rust that the Creator only creates beauty
Y our limits are self-imposed