Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
Anne Lindbergh (1906 – 2001)
A few forsythia branches brought inside to bloom….. because I fear it will be a very long time before they have the chance to bloom outside this year. They lift me up!
“Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.”
A photo for Macro Monday…
Tripping the world, slowly
Ramblings of a retiree in France
And then I stop and sit and eat.
Life in Full View: A Photographer's Journey
“The most we can do is to write — intelligently, creatively, critically, evocatively — about what it is like living in the world at this time.” Oliver Sacks. “To take a photograph is to align the head, the eye and the heart,” Henri Cartier-Bresson
The thoughts, dreams and ideas of an insignificant speck of humanity in the Universe 😀
Life Experiences, Photos, Poetry & Short Stories
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
Poems & Photographs
רגעֵי חיים, יריעת הבלוג של L אורגת מילים | The blog-cloth of L Weaves Words
Rose Bay Letters 