What I see is my niece heading out with her fishing tackle in tow. What I think is I like catching fish more than I like fishing.
If people concentrated on the
really important things in life,
there’d be a shortage of fishing poles.
– Doug Larson
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 are the remnants of an old factory or something – I don’t even know what this was. What I think is “I want to go in there!” I can’t pass by any kind of old run-down, boarded-up, falling-down structure without a burning desire to explore it.
Buildings have souls too.
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
What I see is a fish and its reflection. What I think is if you look below the surface, you will find a treasure.
People say I make strange choices,
but they’re not strange for me.
My sickness is that I’m fascinated by human behavior,
by what’s underneath the surface,
by the worlds inside people.
– Johnny Depp
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.
From The Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden’s Festival of Lights last year. What I see is a light display that makes me think of lollipops. What I think is they look good enough to eat!
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 various pictures of flowers that I have taken this year.
What I think is that I like sharing them with you.
Happiness held is the seed;
Happiness shared is the flower.
– John Harrigan