I don’t know why but there’s just something so lonesome about a train… I spotted this one and had to snap a quick shot… I love the marriage of industry and nature in this scene…
I really enjoyed hiking here at Suwanee River State Park, the weather was perfect and the trail along the river was beautiful… I happened to hit it at that golden time of day when the light and shadows were playing off each other nicely…
Some days it feels like there are no ears to hear our cries. I have faith that this is not the case, but some days I wish that I had a definite answer… some definite sign that my prayers were heard and that an answer was on the way… Some days faith comes so easily to me and other days it feels nearly impossible…
I have a love/hate relationship with self-help/personal-growth books… On the one hand it is helpful and gratifying to know that it is possible to make it through the darkness and thrive on the other side of it all… on the other none of them really give you the view from the pit. It’s ugly here and no-one wants to look at it. Many of them give the briefest of descriptions of the ‘dark days’ and then focus on their steps/ideas/practices that got them out of the mess they were in. I want to see the pit… did life feel as despairing & hopeless to them as it does to me most days? Were they breathing in and out through lungs filled with un-heard screams? Was the pit every bit as deep and dark and ugly as it feels to me today? I would like to know the view from the pit… Then I can feel better about my chances of making it out alive.
I was walking along the beach in Fort Clinch State Park FL when I saw this large, beautiful (to me, anyway) horseshoe crab…
I saw this crab on his back, tail straight in the air and assumed he was dead…. people were walking all around him – no doubt avoiding him out of revulsion, fear, or apathy – I was afraid he was dead but was pleasantly surprised to see he was ok. I turned him over and watched him make his way to the water and swim off. I know it is a small, insignificant thing the the grand scheme of life – but saving his life made me feel so good inside…
Heart torn –
yet not given
the precious gift of death…
I can only breathe in..and out…
waiting…
It’s nice how comforting pets can be when you are sad… I was curled up on the couch in a funk when my two cats insisted on lots of attention… they were so cute and earnest that I could not help but snap a few photos…
I struggle with depression and anxiety and I am grateful for anything that helps me feel better. I get so lonely sometimes, feeling trapped inside my own head with all my doubts, fears and racing thoughts.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore —
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over —
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
~Langston Hughes
I love the delicate poppies… they look so whimsical and fragile. I love the way they sway in the slightest breeze. I hope you enjoy this photo… It makes me feel happy every time I look at them. 
I took a walk down the road today. The weather was perfect and I snapped a hand-full of photos…I thought I would share them with you.
I fell in love with these beautiful colors…
This green is a lovely shocking contrast to the winter browns around here…
The sky was so beautiful…I love crisp cool winter days… It’s nice to live down a dirt road… I love the peace and quiet out here in the country…
I took this photo during Winter Storm Leon in Augusta, GA last winter.
I can’t wait for winter!! I look forward to the cold every year… there is something wonderful about the cold – it calls me to warm blankets, good books, soft kitties… I love it!
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