It's that time of year when I begin get sentimental as I look toward Christmas. This is a little glass heart used to be painted with silver. Over the years, the silver has worn away, but the glass remains, as do the memories. It has been on every tree I have ever had since I was a baby. My grandmother told me it was on her tree before that. That makes it at least seventy years old. I don't pack it away any more. It hangs on a hook stand in a curio cabinet in my bedroom with other Christmas memories.
As many of you know, I help at estate sales now and then. I came across this picture I took for a sale a few years ago. It started me thinking: there was a time when items like those pictured here were highly coveted. Now they are lucky to find a home in a museum. Some, like thid hand-painted pitcher and tureen, make a lovely still-life showing the grace and art of a way of life gone by. Lovely to look at, delightful to hold, but they won't buy it, it's much to old.
I was walking near our hotel in Portovenere, Italy, and turned down some stairs that led to a lower street. These guys were very suspicious. Sadly, they didn't speak English, I am not sure what they were trying to tell me. I have a feeling they were warning me not to trespass. I'll never know.
I caught this image of a small waterfall at Descanso Gardens in La Canada-Flintridge a while back. There is something mesmerizing about falling water in nature.
On More Mesa, Goleta, CA.
I love this picture in its faded sort of day way. Along the mesa it is always nice to walk as you wait for the sun to go down. I like the bicyclist in the distance. There's just something peaceful about this scene.
I remember when I saw this sign in a construction zone along a highway in Michigan. I never reconciled in my mind how I felt about the message. Yes, there should be a penalty for injuring or killing a worker, but the penalty seems a bit off. I don't know, maybe I'm just reading too much into it, but how on earth would this be fair punishment, or should I say adequate? The bottom line: SLOW DOWN.
Lava beach and tide pools in Hawaiian Paradise Park where I visited recently.
Isn't nature is amazing? This little tree is growing on the new lava beach, cold, hard rock. The life force is eternally seeking growth, it seems. Something of which I could benefit by being more mindfully aware.
These guys were hanging out at the art village in Balboa Park, San Diego. Art projects gone awry? I imagine they are still pressed into service though.
These were on the plaza in downtown old Santa Fe. Captured image on my trip there a few years ago. Need to go back.
Yes, that is snow falling. It was November.
I saw this old shack with these words graffitti'ed on it. When I came across it today, it gave me pause, especially with all that is going on in the world today.