an old memory
This is a very old picture of a barn that fell apart long ago. What I see is a wall that's as much hole as wood and bales of hay that appear to be moldering on the floor. What I think is how like memory this is, a snapshot of things that no longer exist, imperfect, color faded, and encompassing so much less than what I'd like to see after all these years.
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How we remember,
what we remember,
and why we remember
form the most personal map
of our individuality.
- Christina Baldwin
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a bend in the road
This has always struck me as a pretty little spot, no less so with an absence of green and luxuriant foliage to adorn it. What I see is light and shadow dancing at my feet, a community of trees holding hands above my head, and the road before me rising up and disappearing into the woods. What I think is I'm so excited to see what awaits me around the bend.
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There is something to be said
for not having the path laid out straight before you.
I am starting to see the beauty and find the joy
in the winding of the road.
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brown fields
My cell phone camera did interesting things with the sun, and it shows up here as waves of light across the photo. What I see is a brown field and open sky. What I think of is all the stages this land goes through in a year, from this winter brown, to knee-high green and luscious growth, to golden-green stalks of corn that slowly peak and fade into pale sheaths of tan that are cut down and left to winter brown.
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Each thing is of like form from everlasting
and comes round again in its cycle.
- Marcus Aurelius
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My Country Commute
Last week, the weather was so beautiful that I was compelled to take pictures (on my phone, sorry) of my commute home. This week I'll share them with you. What I see here is a fabulous, large, awesomely reflective and wonderfully splash-worthy puddle that typically lasts for a few days after each rain. Beyond the tracks, a few old buildings gather around what must have been a train stop at one time. What I think is it would be a great treat to see those buildings as they once were, and wouldn't I just love to go exploring in that boarded up old store.
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The world is mud-luscious
and puddle-wonderful.
- E. E. Cummings
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Exploring
Louis and I went out to walk in the leaves this week, and just see what we could see. What I see is a lot: crunchy brown leaves carpet the ground, a fallen branch creates a little arch for Louis to walk under, and the sky...what a beautiful sight to end the day with. What I think is that I should be more like Louis and explore as much of the world around me as I'm able to.
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I used to dream about escaping
my ordinary life,
but my life was never ordinary.
I had simply failed to notice
how extraordinary it was.
- Ransom Riggs
Miss Peregrine’s Home for
Peculiar Children
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wherever imagination takes you
I took this picture while out on a cruise of the yard with my dog, Louis. What I see is the typical detritus of a woody landscape. What I think of is a sturdy shell being carried away on a river of rain, a tiny boat and an insect family, who are scared and thrilled and excited and wet, floating away to parts yet unknown...to wherever my imagination dares to take them.
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The world
is but a canvas
to our imaginations.
- Henry David Thoreau
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Choices
Another foggy morning picture from my front yard. What I see is a tree that seems to cut the scene in half; my driveway curves off to the left, but the light and the grass and the widely spaced trees call my attention to the possibilities on the right. What I think is that change is hard for me, and when faced with two paths, I will tend to take the road most traveled. What I understand is that sometimes you've got to take a chance and head out in new directions.
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Growth demands
a temporary surrender
of security.
- Gail Sheehy
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Silence
This is a picture I particularly like, I think just because it makes me feel calm. What I see is layers of trees in the fog. What I think of is serenity, and peace, and a quiet, quiet morning.
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Nothing
is more like God
than Silence.
- Meister Eckhart
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God’s Brushstrokes
This is a view from my front door. What I see is magnificent color, with clouds that look as though they were painted on the sky. What I think of is an evening after the storm, comfortable solitude, quiet, and an awe at what wonders there can be.
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Heaven
and the heaven of heavens
belong to the LORD your God,
the earth
with all that is in it.
- Deuteronomy 10:14
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A Long Ago Day
This picture is 20 years old, but the memory of the day never ages. What I see is space and rolling hills, contentment and appreciation. What I think of is friendship and adventure and the exploration of an afternoon.
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