Tuesday, October 18
Walking on the beach here
is not like walking on the beach there.
There our footsteps were hemmed
by water and dune grass.
Here our footsteps are hemmed
by water and high-rises.
I’m having to look at the trees
and not the forest,
to find beauty in the middle,
to let beauty carry me.
Love this, Sandra: “I’m having to look at the trees
and not the forest,”
And is that first picture yours? It is absolutely stunning.
Yes, it’s mine. They’re all mine I haven’t taken the time to watermark my photos this month.
As I walked down the road this morning on my way to cross the road to the little path that leads to the beach, I was aware of cars rushing past me and high condos on either side–but I also noticed the palms against brick, new flowers, a butterfly…
“Palms against brick.” <3
🙂
“…to let the beauty carry me.” And His beauty can always do that. 🙂
If we can only recognize it… 🙂
Love that last photo. Beautiful light.
Thank you, friend. That means a lot coming from a photographer. 😀