Backed up to the pond. Midnight rolls around with a storm trailing behind it. Somehow that doesn’t matter. The back is open, windows down, the music on & I’m in heaven. I’ve never experienced something so peaceful.
The sweet smell of the country air. The silence of the night and the soothing splash of the water against the rocks. At that moment there was no other place I wanted to be.
Somethin’ bout an Indiana summer night after a storm. Absolutely beautiful!! Everything on the ground is so green and everything above is so blue. Fresh & vibrant. Naturally washed of the days dirt.
This photo was taken in the eastern sky as the sun set opposite of it.
Everything in life can be a vicious cycle and if we are not careful getting caught in it can ruin us.
In the beginning everything starts fresh, grows, changes & dies. Once it dies its gone forever. Whatever it is. God willing it comes back, it will never be the same. Be sure to enjoy life at first sight, because YOU will eventually grow, change & die.
Take too many photos, enjoy every moment no matter how small & know nothing is really ours.
I started to make cheesecake (told ya Mary) when I realized I didn’t have a hand mixer. So I called handy Greg, I’ll disclose him later, he’s a solid. Anyhow he was outta town but told me how to break into a cops house. The cheesecake was a success as well as the chicken stuffed with mozzarella and pesto and angle hair pasta with a fresh garlic & lemon sauce. (I dabble 😉 )
As a child I was often ‘required’ to help in the garden. Somehow I always got stuck in the green bean row. Weeding and picking the beans. It was unreal how many beans could grow in a number of rows. Then, snapping them, at each end. However, fresh green beans are so crisp and delicious!!!! Mom was kind enough to bring me a bag of pre snapped fresh green beans! <3!
I’ve been feeling uneasy the past couple days. Usually its an easy fix with a country drive, few sunset photos & ramen noodles. This time is different. I can’t seem to shake it no matter how many hours I spend driving or sitting outside in the night air. I’m certain it’ll work itself out, whatever it is.
Shot out there somewhere, windows down, music up & mind full of useless confusing thoughts.
Spring time in Indiana. Its rains often and some pretty gnarly storms. I don’t mind though, as long as I’ve nothing to do and I can lay in bed or on the couch and enjoy them. The loud distant thunder, the pouring rain, the smell of hot wet pavement, how green everything looks after a rain and just the overall freshness it restores to the earth.
A favorite childhood memory was when we went out and played in the puddles after a hot summer rain. Guess that love followed me into adulthood 🙂
Memories are easier to hold onto rather than material gifts.
Shot this where I generally see the sun set, just after a storm!
Happiness is a mental or emotional state of well being characterized by positive or pleasant emotions going from contentment to intense joy.
I had a shoot at Holcomb Garden on Butlers campus, never been before so grabbed some grub, a recently woken soul, cheez-its & hit the middle most grassy point and sat. Watching people come and go. Small chatter of birds. The freshly dampened grass from the early morning. The screaming laughter of children.
Watching this little one run and play topped off the early afternoon. She was full of happiness. So simple, so innocent.
I’m often up very late every night, usually till 2 a.m., sometimes 4 a.m. When I walked out of the dorm tonight, things were very quiet, despite being in the city. I like that about the night. It’s quiet. Well except for the Robins that were singing. It was odd. You’re used to hearing them sing in the morning but not this early or late, however you look at it. So I walked to my car, Robins singing, city and campus quiet, puddles in the street. Things were quiet, sky was clear, air fresh, head clear, body relaxed. Calm, cool. That’s what I like about the night.
As the sunsets it lights up the sky showing off the colors its gathered through the day. Using the snow as a mirror, reflecting beautifully as it sinks behind the guarding trees. No sunset is ever the same. The sun … Continue reading →