Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark. — Rabindranath Tagore
O pure of heart! thou need’st not ask of me
What this strong music in the soul may be!
What, and wherein it doth exist,
This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist,
This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“Best wide-angle lens? Two steps backward. Look for the ‘ah-ha’.” – Ernst Haas
Saturday afternoon small town auto show provided this week’s monochrome photo. And also a sweet ride with color as well. For more monochrome photos check out Leanne Cole’s blog later on today. Next week will mark the 6 month anniversary of when Leanne and Laura Macky began Monochrome Madness. Thanks to them and everyone that has made this a fun photo op.
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
Beauty can be found in unexpected places… in the silhouette of a dead tree, standing stark against the evening sky, or the mud on rows of dead cornstalks on a blustery winter day. Or in the oil spilled rainbow of colors swirling in the puddle of rainwater on the street. – Linda Poindexter
“I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.” — Charles Dickens