"the best-est in the west-est" Day 15 - 365 project

This beautiful little one...who whispers in my ear "your the best-est in the west-est".  No my girl, you are the best-est in the west-est.

day 14 - project 365 Warmth of cool

It is a cold night and all that runs through my mind is my bed with the shelter of my warm blankets....I was very close to skipping a night of taking a photo but could not. 
The warmth of our own inner light in the coolness of the night.

where the sidewalk ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends. 

-Shel Silverstein

Spirit and Breath

 

bird on a wire--day 7 (365 project)

like a bird on a wire- like a drunk in a midnight choir- i have tried - in my way to be free --- Leonard Cohen

these were the others but the one posted first is perfect for what i was trying to convey.