Month: January 2019

There are moments (like this morning) when you head off to see what wonderful colors the rising sun might throw your way, only to find some interfering clouds hogging the horizon.

Those are the moments when you cast your eyes away from the horizon and watch the lone Osprey patrolling the early morning shoreline for his breakfast.

I guess what I am trying to say is that it reminds me of what the old adage says about when life gives you lemons …

Have a wonderful week and enjoy this lemonade.

It was the kind of week that brings defeat on so many levels that you wonder if you will even survive. But I refused to let it define my weekend and so I arose before the dawn and headed to the lake in order to rejuvenate the soul.

I decided to take inspiration from the Arthurian legend  of old and as I drew the sword from the lake’s edge, the horizon began to bleed until all about was the crimson promise of better days ahead.

Though the next battles await with the arrival of another week, I am ready to face them armed with the knowledge that Mother Nature (the true lady of the lake) is always by my side!

Hope these images from this morning add a bit of color and energy into your own week!

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Yesterday morning’s outing found me in the company of some friends near the Skyway Bridge at low tide. My science teacher friend, her kids and I meandered through the shallow pools finding all sorts of wonderful treasures.

All the starfish  we came across were still alive and we made sure they still would be when the tide returned. It is a true breath of fresh air to be with young kids that love and respect their environment. It gives me hope for the future.

Aiming for the stars and interplanetary travel are themes that feed fantasies of so many of us as we are taught at an early age about exploring space. Yet the true beauty of the galaxy lies here at our feet, if we will only take the time to look for it!

Have a lovely week!

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It is such an abstract notion. I learned years ago the truth that lived in the old saying “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”.

Which clearly determines that the “eye of the beholder” is the key ingredient in the determination of someone or something being beautiful.

This gorgeous old can, sitting in the salt waters of Tampa Bay, slowly but surely returning in mineral form to the world that gave birth to it … how could I not behold its beauty? The colors, the texture, the shapes … nature reclaiming a man-made item so that one day all that will exist of it is this picture. I hope you see the beauty here …

Have a wonderful week!

So I have finished my sunrise shoot this morning and am about to get in my car, when I notice out of the corner of my eye how the golden sun is catching the dew that sits on my car roof.

It never ceases to amaze me how just taking that one final look can produce a memorable image.

This is why my mantra over the years has become that of slowing down and letting the eyes provide the window while the heart looks for its moment. I am just restating an old saying of taking the time to stop and smell the roses, but as we each head into another New Year, I wish for each of us a string of moments that our heart has seen and not just our eyes.

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