CameraAnne?
Memorialized Moments?
*Sigh*
This is not going well...
LadyAnne
~-~-~-~ My Life In Pictures -~-~-~-~
Friday, September 11, 2009
Monday, September 07, 2009
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Ring-A-Round
Bells attached to the chains of a carousel at the Ohio Renaissance Festival.
More pictures to follow.
Lots more.
Since I took roughly 458 photos...
LadyAnne
Friday, September 04, 2009
Separately Special
Separately Special
Each drop is necessary for the survival of the plant life, yet each is fleeting and unique in it's time on the surface. We can't see what changes will be made once those drops reach their final goal and purpose. We can't know the impact we could have by a mere brush of a sleeve passing or a breath of air over top, dislodging the intended perch of the life-giving moisture. Changing the path the water is travelling down in it's never ending circle to refresh and renew the land. Perhaps we have doomed a leaf to dry out and wither. Perchance our hapless and careless passing was the death knoll sounded for some flora we've never given a second thought to. Maybe.
Or, maybe, the omnipotent and supernal God of the creation has every passing timed to the last breath of stirred air currents. Our God of multiple galaxies has the ability to put you in the right place and the turning point of time to be used in such a way as you've never imagined being used in your life. Our God is The Master Gardener. The Master Planner. The Organized Mastermind of every thing living and not.
The next time you aren't sure why you are in a certain place at a certain time, maybe Someone else knows where you need to be and is helping guide you to a plant, or animal, or lost freshman, that just needs a little push in the right direction...
And that is my homework avoidance for the day...
Back to the grindstone.
:)
LadyAnne
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Flood Tigers
~~~I heard a merry grasshopper then sing.
The black-clad cricket bear a second part;
They kept one tune and played on the same string,
Seeming to glory in their little art.
Shall creatures abject thus their voices raise
And in their kind resound their Maker's praise
Whilst I, as mute, can warble forth no higher lays?
-Anne Bradstreet, 1678
The black-clad cricket bear a second part;
They kept one tune and played on the same string,
Seeming to glory in their little art.
Shall creatures abject thus their voices raise
And in their kind resound their Maker's praise
Whilst I, as mute, can warble forth no higher lays?
-Anne Bradstreet, 1678
LadyAnne
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