Lift your face to the
soft summer rain whispering
among bamboo leaves.
This is not in the same league as Nessie or Bigfoot, but as I was attempting to photograph a lady bug on Queen’s Anne lace yesterday, a honey bee arrived to steal the show. A bit of online research reveals that bees seldom visit a plant that is—according to the US Department of Agriculture—a noxious weed.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen. — Francois de la Rochefoucauld
A still, overcast morning… the English village of Coniston not yet awake… resuming our walk on the Cumbria Way before breakfast… Kathy and I came upon a ewe and her lamb resting beside the trail. The serenity I experienced in that moment returns each time I view this picture, which is perhaps my favorite from that memorable trip.
Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is. —Thomas Szasz