You are Beautiful... to Me


The peak of its beauty is quietly slipping into the shadows while I am distracted by another.

I saw your face
In a crowded place
And I don’t know what to do
You caught my eye, as I walked on by

You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. It’s true.

(excerpts from "You're Beautiful")


Catch the effect of the setting sun, weaving a framework of brilliance that creates a deep sense of harmonious calm. Because it is #TreeTuesday, I thought I would pull out a few trees for you. Today is #TreeTuesday by @old-guy-photos! ! Show me your trees!!

Sunset showcases the architectural beauty of the night.


Brilliant red was the dress code that night. Luminously splendorous. The bird on the railing perch was a perfect division of contrasting colors between water and sky. The sun seems to dance on the top of the railing. It's nice when it lines all up.

Every so often, throwing a hook and line in the water gives my soul the peace it longs for.


Inner peace, peace of mind, peace be with you, peace, peace, peace...refers to a state of being mentally and spiritually at peace. I liked the movement that the clouds provoked. I purposely made the horizon line off-kilter because I thought it added to the sense of movement; of a fleeting moment.


Oh, the trees of Tuesday, wherefore art thou?


It is with quiet certainty, far and away, that I can touch with my eyes, almost, my sunshine.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
Jimmie Davis


The magic of you is wrapped up in your heart. Fill it with song, fill it with peace, fill it with joy - then spread your gifts all around. There must be flowers. Always. To color my world. #alwaysaflower Oh, yes. It blossoms sunshine.

Everything she does is magic

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All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.


The sky was decorated with saturated excitement as the sun kisses the water goodnight. Sweet dreams.





The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

TS Elliot

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