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.
How we remember,
what we remember,
and why we remember
form the most personal map
of our individuality.
- Christina Baldwin
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.
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.
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.
Each thing is of like form from everlasting
and comes round again in its cycle.
- Marcus Aurelius
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.
The world is mud-luscious
- E. E. Cummings
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.
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
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.
is but a canvas
to our imaginations.
- Henry David Thoreau
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.
a temporary surrender
- Gail Sheehy
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.
is more like God
- Meister Eckhart
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.
and the heaven of heavens
belong to the LORD your God,
with all that is in it.
- Deuteronomy 10:14
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.
can cross the path of our destiny
without leaving some mark on it
- Francois Mocuriac