Earth is life


Fresh rain and new sprouts.Life begins.


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 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