Good morning! It’s Friday, and I am proud to report that we made it nine days into the new year before I bumped us back to 2024. Could this be a new record? Possibly. But today we are firmly planted back in the here and now, and the year is, indeed, 2025.
Your vey own words—“we pause and honor their work—and then continue moving forward in ours.”—feel like an apt description of yesterday: the pause to pay respect to a most honorable man before re-focusing our resistance to whatever comes next. Thank you, Clara…
Lives lost, refound. Old stone walls and the shoeboxes of old photographs of people no longer known...stop me in my tracks every time.
And my work goes on...
Were you still using 24??? I didn’t even notice it❣️🤣
Amazing nature
The photos you use bring imagination to my life and I thank you! Now I wonder whose house that was???
The rocks always call to me, from my genetics. I’m always amazed by the response of my heart. Moss is icing on the cake…
A blood reminder to always honor those who came before us. If not for them, where would we be ??
Always good to honor those that came before. A lovely, mossy area to ponder.
Your vey own words—“we pause and honor their work—and then continue moving forward in ours.”—feel like an apt description of yesterday: the pause to pay respect to a most honorable man before re-focusing our resistance to whatever comes next. Thank you, Clara…
Thank you Clara, good to think of those who came before. I love finding those things.💖😌
The woods are always full of mysteries.