When good gardens go bad...

It is not the garden's fault, the gardener has been very neglectful.  I love the sole morning glory clinging to life as it valiantly defies the abuse and blooms in spite of me.  Even the rake looks like it had a rough night.  The weeds have squatters rights on the property now.  I need to do a full eviction process to get them to move out.  I really do love when my garden looks lovely, I just don't have the time to make that happen.  I know, I just need to find weeds that look like plants!  By George, I think she's got it!  September 10th

Even the

Fancy colors...

Sometimes my day job has a nice perk or two.  Helping to scout out a location for an upcoming event, I got to indulge a little.  I mean really, it was all in pursuit of the perfect setting and we had to make sure that the amenities were up to snuff.  My pampered hands were quite happy to take on the task, after all, someone had to do it.  I took these before the beautifying began. The ladies in the salon were wondering what the crazy lady was doing with the camera.  Actually, I get that a lot.  September 9th

Cast in stone...

I pass this shop at least once a week and I have always wanted to stop and take a photo of the cherubs playing.  Don't ask me why, I just love them.  I had stopped once before but the lighting was awful and the resulting images did not make me smile.  This day, though, the light was sweet and the cherubs had a friend.  Maybe she is their babysitter.  She doesn't look amused.  Now these images are smile worthy.  September 8th

Small reminders...

It was a really wet summer in our part of the world.  When so many other places were longing for water there were too many times when we were praying for a little sunshine.  Irene came and went and in her wake lay the remains of so many peoples lives.  My thoughts and prayers go out to them and their families.  For those of us who can offer more, the Red Cross is ready and waiting.  Now that would be truly beautiful.  September 7th

Through the rear view mirror...

It is always easier to leave when it is grey and rainy.  I hate packing up and heading home when the sun is shining and the lake is inviting.  It isn't difficult to move on when the world is saying stay inside, we don't want to play today.  The line of clouds hanging low over the lake as we left was leading us home.  September 6th

Better in bunches...

All summer we visited the wine country in upstate NY and I never took a photo of a grapevine.  The harvest is almost here, we are heading home and we won't be back until the world starts dressing itself in yellows and reds so I thought this was my last chance.  The remnants of a summer shower were clinging to the leaves and fruit, one of my favorite things to see.  September 5th

Softly into night...

There is something so peaceful about sunset on the lake, the water lapping at the shore and the blanket of peach, blue and magenta that slowly lowers as the lights dim.  It calms my heart just to see the images and remember... September 4th