Earth is life

 

Fresh rain and new sprouts.Life begins.

Earth

Brave hearts

 

   San Francisco national cemetery  

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

                                 Mary Elizabeth Frye 

My deepest Admiration goes out to those who choose to give it all, for a greater cause- the heroic men and valiant women serving the nation.

The red in yellow

In response to Cee’s fun photo challenge ‘yellow and red’. These were in bloom one sunny day in Boston downtown. The contrasting shades fascinated me and I had to capture them 🙂

Shapes, lines and patterns

In response to this week’s Daily post photo challenge  Abstract

My favorite of the lot!

 

Boston blizzard

 

Crystal? maybe something ordinary?

The blues and whites

As a child, milkweeds (old man’s beard or appooppan thaadikal, as we fondly call them) were looked at with much excitement. The soft feather like beings that floats in the wind and pass you by when you least expect… and occasionally a surprise visit through an open window into your living space! They were a thing of wonder at the time. The sight of jelly fish for the first time at the Monterey bay aquarium too were along those lines.

Delicate and ethereal

 

Let’s take a moment to enjoy their out of this world charm!

Lake Tahoe and the snow capped mountains behind. Love the layers of blue here. Attached to this image is the fond memory of our first wedding anniversary.

Lights underneath a painted sky at The Venetian, Las Vegas.

Atop a building at Ceaser’s palace, Vegas

 

 

Chitchat in the chariot

Clicked at Universal studios, LA few years back. This post is in response to Cee’s Black and white photo challenge, on the topic ‘wheels’.

Howdy folks!

  

The leading lines

The lines that take you through the river Hudson.

Perspective

spring is here!

cees-blog-flower-of-the-day

 

Bliss

 

I put on the mitts and slowly peaked through the oven door. The sweet scent of vanilla with a faint sizzle sneaked out and passed by. With much care, as if lifting up a newborn, I took out my creation and gently placed on the kitchen counter. The yellow buttery crust sprinkled with golden raisins looked inviting. But patience is a virtue, especially when you are dealing with steamy edibles. As I stood there, gazing at the simplicity of that very ordinary bread pudding, a strange comfort filled me. Piecing out a morsel that is still warm and moist and rich and topped with a big smile on my face, I tasted bliss.

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