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The canopied path around our lake.
Invitingly shady for a summer stroll.
...should be reserved for railroad tracks only.
Old moss-laden Live Oak and a marker of Christian burial.
The Methodist church in Ravenel, SC on a lazy Saturday morning. We sat in the shade of the porch & watched a freight train rumble by.
So, this little tree frog came a'callin one day...
Good grief!
Where has the time gone?
Here we are in August already.
Interesting cloud-mix from my back door.
Little Goslings... just arrived!
It's good to cast shadows.
It's proof we're here!
Dark clouds mirror my mood on the anniversary of my brother's death - the sun reminds us that life goes on.
I was reading an interesting blog the other day called: 'Spiritual Evolution of the Bean' authored by Biffybeans. One of her Mandala Making Posts caught my eye. She described the process as a meditative exercise hidden within an art-form.
It's a tool for reflection and introspection.
This is my first attempt. I invite you to try it too.
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...and came across these sweet little wild flowers growing in the field.
To me, they favor Pansies in appearance.
Although they look larger than life here, they are only about the size of a pencil eraser.
...we spied a Giant Peachoid in Gaffney. They sure grow 'em big in South Carolina.
Apologies for the unattractive electrical wiring.
A Star of David peeks out from under our fence.
Spring at last?
We'll see.
What happened to spring?
A little surprise snow storm in March...
This is my third trip to Maine. Once again I had a magical experience.
This is the view from Betty's house.
Down by the shore...
Typical Maine shoreline, yet it felt like there was nothing typical about it at all.
