Damaged, weather beaten and yet still turning on a stunning display of beauty triumphing over adversity.
There is a different kind of beauty in the damaged and broken. They have a sense of vulnerability and fragility about them, mixed with strength and determination. That’s why I liked this blossom so much…tattered and torn and broken, it still blossoms radiantly.
Today’s harvest…fresh green Fejoa’s off our own quite small tree in our very small front yard….delicious! We have been getting a a bowl filled every two or three days recently. It’s such a simple pleasure. There is something really nurturing about going outside and picking the fruit lying on the grass below your own tree, to then eat it and to also share your own home-grown food with others.
Whether you are a peel the skin off and slice it type, a cut in half and use a teaspoon type, or a eat the whole thing skin and all type, or a throw it in a juicer type, it doesn’t matter. However you like to eat them, they are tasty bit of happiness found in a green skin. Best shared.
It is odd looking at this image now. It was taken just a few weeks ago, but today it is wet, wild, windy and looking to stay that way for a quite a while. It is grey, bleak and wintry. And this will be followed by green. Not a pale green, but a lush, verdant green grass kind of green. The farmers will be happy no doubt with rain and subsequent green grass, but I will miss the beloved golden hues of the landscape of a hot, dry summer.
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Just another simple reminder of how incredible our planet is….another stunning sunset over Opunake Beach. I never ever tire of the sky’s dramatic displays in the early evening or of the early evening light reflected on calm water and wet sand.
I have been doing a bit of travelling recently. This region is usually very green, but now, at the very end of a long dry summer, is now golden and dry. The mountain range in the distance is almost blue in contrast. A perfect combination I think.
It was the first time in seemingly ages – that I had some time to get out my journal/mixed media supplies/paper collections, and just open my journal and play around. I let my mind wander, and I was trying to not over-think anything and just see what developed. This photo is part of an entire page, but I especially like this little composition.
She was elegant. Perched on one leg, grooming herself, and completely absorbed in her own ritual, she was oblivious or seemingly unconcerned about those of us watching her…she seemed no different than any woman preening before a special date.
Her feathers glistened in the morning sun, each one highlighted in stunning silvery white.
That she was all alone at the zoo seemed so sad.
While on the top level of a double decker bus recently, I had an unusual view of the world. Being so much higher than normal it altered my perception somewhat of the streets and buildings I passed. Having a view directly into second story windows gave me passing glimpses into many people’s homes and workspaces…While downstairs at street level is open to the public or carefully protected for privacy, the second story windows were generally wide open and offered a real glimpse into anonymous lives lived in a busy city. It made me wonder about who lived here and who looked out their window directly into tree leaves and city street scenes…
I think this has to be the most beautiful toilet facility I have ever entered. We had stopped to rest after a day’s walking, and had settled on a park bench in a large courtyard beside a church, in the busy central city. After people watching and drinking coffee for well over an hour, I started to look for a wee pee stop (as you do). I was stunned to be pointed in the direction of two doors leading down below the church. And once there…I was even more stunned. What an incredible, beautiful, peaceful, elegant, serene and contemplative space.
Sometimes you find beauty in unexpected places. Like public toilets.