it’s the small things…

finding self…

I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright. ~Henry David Thoreau

S. Fk. Rock Creek, Oregon Coast Range ©SwittersB

there’s a rhythm…

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river…runs over rocks from the basement of time.. I am haunted by waters.” Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It

© SwittersB

Heading South…

“It is the geese plying the graying skies of autumn in floating V-formations on a rendezvous with southern horizons that gives me the greatest pause. For my life is rarely raised to the calls of life on the wing…but I must never forget that I can still fly.” Craig Lounsbrough

Floral farewell…

Sigh…I won’t be inundating you with flowers, particularly roses until next Spring…not that I don’t have a gazillion images saved. Heavy rains have battered them down; last struggling buds trying to blossom. Colder temps and rain bringing those efforts to a halt.

Hopefully not so dark…

‘Clouds in the sky very much resembles the thoughts in our minds. Both changes perpetually!’ Mehmet Murat ildan

the seasons…

“I think that to one in sympathy with nature, each season, in turn, seems the loveliest.” Mark Twain