Funny how art can be seen in even the most mundane places.
The first glimmers of Spring, rippling in on the sun-kissed tide.
Amazing winter-hazed moon last night after the snowstorm.
There is something magically mysterious about an old New England stone wall.
Random thought from last evening: The colors of sunset take on a cooler clarity in winter.
The sun is setting on a winter’s day. Time to fly home.
The last colors of autumn . . . floating away on a sea of winter taupe and greys.
An unexpected rainbow, small yet breathtakingly lovely, tinted the clouds yesterday evening. I shall take that as a harbinger of good things to come!
It’s important to remember that sometimes just being a kid makes you feel on top of the world.
Flotsam and jetsam from the morning beach walk. In Regency slang, “not a feather to fly with” means you don’t have a nickel in your pocket. The wonderful thing about Nature is it costs nothing to see the moments of beauty all around you.