O'z Ark
Reach For the Sky and Do it NOW
Why You Have Come Here
If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.
The first colors of spring are almost more than the mind can take. It's like when you eat something decadently rich and your mouth surges such a rush of saliva that you think that you will faint. These snow crocuses sneak up through the bermuda grass which hides the beauty like a brown sisal mat.
I thought that I would capture the fields before any spit of green shatters this palette.
1 comment:
Crocus...love them. I am glad to get your photos on my reader. Such a bright spot.
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