Getting back (or, hello, and I've missed you).

I took a rather long break from taking pictures. Earlier in the week I went to this very lovely cemetery that is so old in sections that headstones and benches are crusted over, graves are sunken in. It was a perfect place to get back in touch with my camera.

There's just something about cemeteries, isn't there?

God gives us love. Something to love He lends us. ~ Tennyson

I came home by way of a different route, and almost got killed doing so.

But the things I saw along the way made it completely worth it.

In this imperfect world.

"...from now on...I'll be searching for those moments of always within never. Beauty, in this world."
~ Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

Some days.

Some days I feel like a dried-up weed, tired and stringy-nerved.
Some days I get tired of headaches.
Some days I am acutely, uncomfortably, aware of the times in which we are living.
Some days I step through what is a promising opening in the trees, am met with a disappointing field of dirt on the other side, and
Some days I am left thinking that that just might be the metaphor for Life.

But on these some days, I remind myself of what the cure for these some days is - a little prayer, a little food, a little sleep. So I honor this triumvirate, partaking of each part, and when I have awoken my spirit is refreshed and the world seems brighter, and I wonder why I ever skip one, or two, or, some days, all three parts.

Looking up.

Mostly I just like the way the leaves become lace against the sun and skies.