We sometimes hear the tree fall in the forest, it may even be days, weeks or months after the storm has occurred before it falls & sometimes we do not hear it at all. No matter, it falls because that is what it is intended to do whether we hear it or not. So with that in mind I will share photos, thoughts & feelings, for that is my intention too. Not to convince any one of any thing, as we all have our inner voice, but to gently share like the rustling of the winds.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
2008 is Here *
The New Year it is upon us - As always new beginnings for all.* In time I will become more ample at getting photos up on this blog to share. For me it's been a series of baby steps in the tech. world, but all very doable for sure. The photos I have in mind are simplistic in their form. Just another way of interconnecting- frame by frame, thought by thought......the rustling winds from this forest. Today the first day of 2008 I walked upon the frozen, packed yet pliable ground. It was a gray, wet & dreary kind of winter's day, yet the sunset was pink,--- glowing with the promise that nature always gives to her forest, that in the seemingly chaos of it's weather there is a pattern of the seasons, no matter....... Scientists will call these global patterns what they must, just as a tree will record it in it's rings.
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