oh rachel thank you for this
Your children continue to inspire you with their love of life! We need to remember how far we've come. Thanks.
I love the last line. In a waster-water of wreckage, yes...so much joy.
Oh, you live a different reality, don't you? I think I won't complain of slow spring again (until next year!) And look at that footprint! Holy crap!Ok, back to your lines. Yes, that last line, too, clever and unexpected links of words and images. I like coming here!
Lirio, Karen, Kelly; yes, the children remind me to see the beauty. Even in the mud-puddles there is such beauty.Erin, heh... the kids do help me to see through a different lens. I got some great mud-shots yesterday. If you are ever feeling complainy about slow spring, just head outside with a camera and a couple of little ones. Even those bedraggled old garbage bags hung up on the thorn bushes have aesthetic charm, when you look at them through the lens of the camera. Which makes me think that will be my next photo shoot!
T look through the eys of a child at the world changes all 'grown ups' 'hang ups'I love that last line of yours 'In the waste-water of their wreckage, we find joy'Beautiful, you.
One thing I love about children...in addition is just loving who they are... is they also help the children in us come and and playLinda
Hey, sugar, I'm here lovin' ya...sister of my soul...Shade and Sweetwater, K
Sarah, Linda, yeah! Children give us so much.Kyddryn, thank you dear... I needed that.
From mans track's...to the tracks of the hunted we see illusions; a false idea that love could actually exist--to continue being a reality on this long,lonely, bumpy and bloody road we call life.And then the simple joy of a child in just being indicates happiness and love is all around us to enjoy....don't let the child within you escape....from wolf tracks to Ersie tracks; the wild relationship(s) can coexist.
This shot made me smile =) Thanks for sharing!
Beautiful Rachel, every single word in this writing and the fotos part of it.Give that kid a big hug, I am enjoying walking through the puddles. Loving the once with a thin sheet of ice; still a little bit of illusion to break through.
In the end the gray makes a big red jacket splash!
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