Week Twelve

I was driving home one night just as the sun began to set. It literally looked like God set the clouds on fire. I couldn't get over how beautiful it was, so I pulled over to get a couple of shots. It's like a disease, once I see pretty light, I can't stop staring. I become utterly mesmerized. Naturally, I can't stop taking photos of it either. I was thanking God that I had my camera with me at that moment to capture it. :) But alas, you never can fully capture the radiance of the sky.

I also saw a little plane fly by. Man, did I wish I was in it. To be flying at such a glorious time through such incredible light. Must have been magical.

Week Eleven

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

 Did you know? Originally the color associated with St. Patrick's Day was blue. Another interesting tidbit; the reason the shamrock is so associated with this Holiday is because Saint Patrick (c. AD 387–461) used it to explain the Christian doctrine of the Trinity to the Irish people. Also, 1903 is the year that Saint Patrick's Day officially became a public holiday in Ireland. :)
Hope you remembered to wear green!

Week Ten

I got behind this past week, so I confess, last weeks' I had to take this week. ;]

I took this on a dock on the Riverside Lake in Austin. (or at least that was the street name, I'm not quite sure if the lake is named that) Anyhooow, a friend and I spent the day in Austin for fun...it's one of my favorite places to be. :)

We also strolled around the inside of the Capitol. It was so so very cool! :]

Week Nine

Sophora secundiflora.

The air drips with the smell of grape cool-aid. I love to take a deep, full breath, inhaling nature's purple scent. It brings on a wave of nostalgia, of childhood memories and hours spent rubbing little red seeds on the concrete, in anticipation of creating heat from the friction.

I always know when spring is coming, the aroma of tightly clustered flowers lets me know. One of my favorite smells, and one that I wish would last all year round...the Texas Mountain Laurel.

Week Eight

"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me."  ~Emily Dickinson

 

There

is

always

Hope. 

 

Never let it go. Yet if you must, let it go only so that it may soar high with outstretched wings, to alight within the heart of someone who needs it.