~ Heavenly Blessings ~
photo taken at Cleveland National Park, San Diego. Dec 2011
March 31, 2013
Images And Words #204 ~ Inspirational Quotes
photo taken at Cleveland National Park, San Diego. Dec 2011
March 27, 2013
March 25, 2013
Creative Challenge ~ Attention To Detail
A true artist
Cultivating great attention to detail
The state of mindfulness
photo taken in Madrid, Spain 2013
March 24, 2013
Images And Words #203 ~ School Subject ~ Winter Rain
Rain is liquid water in the form of droplets that have condensed from atmospheric water vapor, and then precipitated—that is, become heavy enough to fall under gravity.
Winter rain
I slept knowing
Only the warmth in your hand
photo taken while driving by Mount Abantos, Spain
March 22, 2013
March 18, 2013
Creative Challenge ~ Let's Take A Walk
Time goes on and on
Let's take a walk
Along the walls of Avila stones
photo taken in Avila, Spain 2013
March 17, 2013
March 14, 2013
When The Eyes Speak...
Avila Cathedral in tranquil light
Tender sweetness waves in lovers' eyes
Seraphim angels singing from heaven
Seraphim angels singing from heaven
March 11, 2013
Creative Challenge ~ Waiting
one raining morning in February
waiting to fly
the presence of your absence
March 10, 2013
March 9, 2013
Tus Manos
When your hands leap towards mine, love,
what do they bring me in flight?
Why did they stop at my lips, so suddenly,
why do I know them,
as if once before, I have touched them,
as if, they once passed my forehead, my waist?
Their tenderness came winging through time,
over the sea and the smoke,
over the Spring,
and when you laid your hands on my chest
I knew those wings of the gold doves,
I knew that clay, and that color of grain.
These years of my life
I have been on searching,
climbing of stairs,
crossing of reefs.
Trains hurled me onwards
waters carried me,
on the surface of grapes
it seemed that I touched you.
The wood, suddenly, made contact with you,
the almond tree announced your hidden tenderness
until both your hands
landed on my chest,
like a pair of wings
ending their flight.
what do they bring me in flight?
Why did they stop at my lips, so suddenly,
why do I know them,
as if once before, I have touched them,
as if, they once passed my forehead, my waist?
Their tenderness came winging through time,
over the sea and the smoke,
over the Spring,
and when you laid your hands on my chest
I knew those wings of the gold doves,
I knew that clay, and that color of grain.
These years of my life
I have been on searching,
climbing of stairs,
crossing of reefs.
Trains hurled me onwards
waters carried me,
on the surface of grapes
it seemed that I touched you.
The wood, suddenly, made contact with you,
the almond tree announced your hidden tenderness
until both your hands
landed on my chest,
like a pair of wings
ending their flight.
~ Pablo Neruda ~
March 8, 2013
Time Has Not Seen
This ancient austerity
Exists a living memory
Exists a living memory
Time has not seen
I was here few years ago today. Ostia Antica, Roma
March 6, 2013
March 5, 2013
Creative Challenge ~ Pursuit
In silence and solitude
The heart is set free
Wandering dream's pursuit
photo taken in Italy. 2011
March 3, 2013
Images And Words Week 200 ~ Our Second Century
200 bottles of wine, to celebrate 200 weeks of Images And Words!
March 2, 2013
March 1, 2013
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