Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.
~Unknown
October
We’ve entered into the softest season of boldness.
A quiet yet colorful paradox.
Confident whispers.
Details #2 Light Catcher
For whatever reason, I’m fascinated by this building downtown. It’s weird, and interesting, and not really that photogenic, and yet, I keep finding angles I love, beautiful lines, shapes worth sharing.
I feel this way deeply about people too. So often, despite our progressive perspective, we overlook the details and thus, miss out on the diverse beauty that exists both externally and internally. We’ve got our narrow definitions, not realizing life is kind of more of a thesaurus, and less of a dictionary. We’re still doing what we’ve done for millennia.
Our inability to see nuance robs us of the richness found in who we encounter day to day.
Sure we’ve got some assholes in this lovely world of ours. And we all get irritated at the people who seem to have it all and whistle about it. I’d argue we need those people to show up too, just to keep us understanding where the parameters are, flowing in and out of all the in between.
Archived Equine
Kentucky, 2017
soft sunday
Small and driven and colorful. And just what it needs to be.
Mornings
One of those gloriously messy weekday mornings where we managed to get out the door early, good attitudes still in tact. I also had the wherewithal to grab my camera, given the conditions seemed conducive to drama over the lake. It’s a beautiful thing when plans work, and we get a nice little break from perpetual adaptation.
Coming On but Slowly
Things taking time
to be what they will,
Ideas forming along
state change lines.
Does this death feel more illusionary
Since feeling and love and promise
spring forth from what’s left of it?