What I see are a bunch of pretty little flowers. What I know is that entire stalk was as big as my thumb.
If you cannot do great things,
do small things in a great way.
– Napoleon Hill
What I see is a Water Lily bud. What I remember is it was open and huge and lovely when I first saw it, but then it was all sealed up when I went out later. What I think is we all have times when we need to close back in upon ourselves, rest – tap into the light within, so we’ll have strength enough to open back up again.
Deep in their roots,
all flowers keep the light.
– Theodore Roethke
What I see is a couple of Osprey who’ve built their nest on someone’s boat. What I know is I wouldn’t want to be the one who has to evict them.
There is nothing in which the birds
differ more from man
than the way in which they can build
and yet leave a landscape as it was before.
– Robert Wilson Lynd
What I see is a frog hanging out in my parent’s water garden. What I think is I love frogs and toads. And I love to hold them, even though they pee on my hand. A friend of mine is totally creeped out by frogs, but I don’t get it. Because look how cute!!
When green is all there is to be,
it can make you wonder why,
but why wonder.
I’m green and it’ll do fine,
and I think that’s what I want to be.
– Kermit the Frog
If I didn’t know this was the sky, I’d want to eat it. Or roll in it. Or squish it in my fingers.
kiss the sky.
– Jimi Hendrix
Here’s one just because I like it! I don’t know what kind of bug that is, but I’ve never seen one with wings like that. It looks like an optical illusion in some pictures, but I can see clearly here that the wings are split or there are four of them or something. Anyway, I like this photo.
No reason is needed
~ Paulo Coelho
Somehow I feel he’s grinning at me, like he knows something I don’t know.
All nature wears one universal grin.
– Henry Fielding
Sometimes I feel like this, like I’m standing in the light.
The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
This picture made me think of my life right now. I’m trying to do all of these things, trying to grow and improve myself. Somehow I convince myself that I can grow in lots of different directions at once, and for a while it seems to work. But then I realize that even though they are growing from the same stem, the fruit is all different. They’re shaped different and colored different. They grow and ripen and shrivel and fall away at different rates. No matter how I try to make them grow together, to nurture them all at the same time, it just doesn’t work that way. I’ve crushed so much fruit beneath my feet on the way to understanding it’s okay to take it in turns. It’s okay to let one shrivel up and fall off because I’ve put my energies somewhere else. I have time to come back to it; another chance will grow in its place.
There’s a certain kind of beauty
in the chaos
of wildly growing fruits.
My job requires me to work a month or two in advance, so I start thinking about the upcoming seasons well before they actually arrive. This time last year, I was working on the October schedule, and so I had fall and Halloween and pumpkins and sweaters on my mind. This year I’m still working on the September schedule, but I can feel the cool winds of change coming up behind me!
It’s beginning to look
a lot like Christmas!
I’m just enamored of the geese that live on the pond behind my sister’s house! Babies have hatched since my sister moved in, and they are growing so fast. It’s interesting to see the family units traveling together, including one family that has a “grandma”. At least that’s what my niece calls her. The other families all have two adults, but she’s an extra in her group. And she clearly leads the way. She’s also the only one with coloring different from the black and white all the other geese wear. She’s bold and beautiful, and she swims all the way up to the little dock. How can I not take her picture? The white geese are just as brave, though they don’t come around as often as the others. But I was able to get some photos last visit. I couldn’t resist sharing some of my geese pictures, and I hope you like them.
What I see is a goose. What I think is there are trees reflected on his bill.
You can see a lot
just by observing.
– Yogi Berra
I’ve used this photo already on a post for my other blog, but it popped into my head today, so here it is again. What I see is just a bunch of traps stacked up together. But what I think about is warm breezes, rolling waves, voices tossed up like so much sea spray, and the salty, marshy, fishy smell of untamed waters.
If there is magic on this planet,
it is contained in water.
– Loran Eisley
Nearly everything watery feels romantic to me, inspiring the dreamer, the artist, the adventurer within. A wooden post sunk into the ground is ordinary and mundane. Somehow that same post, raising its weathered head out of the water, becomes a metaphor for life. What I see here are many such posts, basking in the sun at low tide. What I immediately thought when I saw them is that life leaves its mark on us all.
The people we meet, the things that we do –
the experiences of our life –
leave a permanent mark upon us.
Sometimes it’s just more visible.
This was taken last January at Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens. What I see are lovely stars hanging from a metal "sky". What I think is that even these man-made stars felt magical.
Even a small star
shines in the darkness.
— Finnish proverb
Tomorrow I'm going to help paint at my parent's new house on The Rivah, which is where I took this picture. Whenever I think of that house now, this is the picture that pops into my head. What I see is a plant whose seeds are attached to fluffy white sails that will eventually carry them...I don't know where. But in this moment, they were busy providing a soft focus for rather severe looking stems. What I think of is feathers and butterfly kisses and whispers and all things soft.
Observe how all things
are continually being born of change.
Whatever is, is in some sense
the seed of what is to emerge from it.
– Marcus Aurelius
I took this picture at the pumpkin patch last fall. What I see is a close-up of one of the little purple beauties that were growing all over. What I think is that it's just nice that a picture can make you feel happy.
Happiness depends more
on how life strikes you
than on what happens.
– Andy Rooney