Distinction
“Why settle for average when amazing is attainable?” — Author unknown * * * Red-winged blackbird photo by Mary O’Connor © 2016
“Why settle for average when amazing is attainable?” — Author unknown * * * Red-winged blackbird photo by Mary O’Connor © 2016
Listen to the foghorn moan─ pushing its throaty alarm through the weight of night, stilling the pulse of the day, erasing all distinction. Perhaps the unknown of its tone comes straight from the gods themselves, murmuring their message in primal sound. Tonight, its voice grows louder, more enchanting than in past, diving to the depths of … More Last thing at night…
will blossom in a hundred unexpected talents and capacities simply by being given the opportunity to do so.” — Doris Lessing * * * Springtime, photos by Mary O’Connor © 2016
instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.” — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits “So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloud shadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must … More “I saw the world in black and white
If you want love, give love, if you want honesty, give honesty, if you want respect, give respect. You get in return what you give!” — Unknown * * * Las Olas, Florida, glass building stories, photo by Jan Logozzo © 2016
bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow * * * Scilia peek through the snow in a greeting of blue. Photo by Ruth Reluga © 2016
of the same machinery of sensibility; one is wind-power, and the other water-power; that is all.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes * * * Paddle Wheel photo by Jan Logozzo © 2015
You’ll never find rainbows if you’re looking down.” — Charlie Chaplin * * * Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2016
There is an art, they say, to falling. Turn one’s face to the side. Stay loose, arms and legs bent, body relaxed. It is an art I am yet to master, falling more likely face first, catapulting headlong, fearing to miss one tiny step in this affair of love. For that’s what it is. Drawn … More Falling with grace
Silent predators of the night world, Barn Owls roost in hidden, quiet places during the day, hunting by night in open fields and meadows. NIGHT GAME It’s after midnight and the moon is in the sky. Listen to the wind, or is it the great owl’s cry? Silent is his shadow as he sets his … More Night Game