I'm a pluviophile: a lover of rain. Yes, I'm a strange one, and I'm unapologetic. Different strokes for different folks, ya' know... Me, I find peace of mind in the sound of rain & I think I'm happiest on rainy days.
“Water is sacred to all Human Beings. If you do not have water, you cannot have life. -Autumn Morning Star
“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.” -Herman Hesse
After a summer romance ends, the "what might have been" comes creeping in. Some call it melancholy. I call it rude and cruel... showing up uninvited & unannounced, lingering in my head... far too long.
Sometimes, something as simple as a quiet country walk, or the feeling of a gentle breeze kissing my cheek... is all that's needed to revive my soul. It's the little things... the ordinary things all bundled together... that make this so-so life... Extraordinary. -k.h.
I caption this, "Oops!" - an accidental image capture while I was picking up the camera after dropping it. This little incident seems to tie in perfectly with the story of my life with MS... just one never-ending Oops! And I'm okay with that, because an imperfect life sure beats the heck out of the alternative. We all lead an imperfect life, one with struggles along the way. Every. Single. One. Of. Us. That's not to say it can't be a happy life, though. The key to my happiness is how I choose to deal with my struggles. So, my advise to you is to lighten up, lose the negativity and drama, and learn to laugh at yourself. Try it! The only thing you risk losing by trying it is the bad attitude and the frown on your face... :)
I love this photo. It reminds me of going to visit my great-aunt and great-grandmother. Weather permitting, when we arrived, they were usually sitting on the front porch.
I love looking through old photos. They're a reminder of where I came from. I'll admit, there is somewhat of a sadness when I'm combing through them. You see, I have always been a Daddy's girl... a 100% Daddy's girl. Dad was the family photographer. That's what's missing. Photos with my dad. There are a few, scattered through the years. They are the ones I treasure most! Most of the photos of Dad are of him standing beside whatever car we owned at the time. I know those cars weren't more important than his family. Those cars were simply a means of transportation that got him to work so he could provide for our family. So, here's my piece of advice: Moms, get a shot of Dad with the kids before the camera is put away. Your kids will thank you someday. I'm sure of it!
We all have them... you know, the "who will save your soul, if you won't save your own" stories that we keep hidden away.
It's amazing, the things we're willing to give up, even sacrifice, all in the name of love. We'll turn our whole world upside down for a chance to be with the one we love and desire, knowing full well it's all a gamble. I can't help but think of Romeo & Juliet's outcome, and quite honestly, that makes me skittish. I've learned to take things slowly, because I'm a firm believer that if it's meant to be, it'll be.
Moon shots that speak to me.. She cries out for someone to tell of her stories... Photography -Ty Thomas