Not all beauty is easily identifiable. Plus, it truly is in the eye of the beholder.
It’s easy to miss the everyday truths that can be seen all around us.
I take many photographs of bridges and paths. They speak to me of what lies ahead.
The oddest things can make us nostalgic.
I loved to pull apart milkweed pods when I was a child; now I love to take pictures of them.
As a child, I often fed chipmunks sunflower seeds from my hand, as did my three now-grown children.
It’s fun to remember doing so – and sharing my love of chipmunks with my son’s girlfriend.
I discovered the beauty of a single drop of rain through the lens of my camera.
If you can’t tell, taking photos is one of my greatest joys.
Although we never had window boxes when I was a child, I am strangely drawn to them.
Though my thumb is the opposite of green, I am thankful for a husband who loves to garden.
And speaking of window boxes . . . not all are the same.
As the old Arby’s slogan goes, “Different is good.”
I have always loved waterlilies. They may be my favourite flower.
I was surprised to learn that they come in many different colours.
I was so glad that I had my camera with me when this butterfly was busy gathering nectar from the clematis that grew on our front porch a number of years ago.
I took this picture while visiting my co-author in Huntsville.
For some reason, I find this scene very inviting – and what a writing prompt!
Though I’ve used this picture countless times, I wanted to do so again.
In it are pictured four of my very favouritest people: my mom (whom I still miss) and my three kiddiddles.
Taking selfies can be fun, especially when walking with your favourite guy.
He is one of the many blessings in my life I, for sure, don’t deserve.