Remembering Twenty Fourteen
For the last four years I have put together a collection of my favorite images of the past year. I seem to think I do this because others do it.
For the last four years I have put together a collection of my favorite images of the past year. I seem to think I do this because others do it.
Art seems to be a galaxy within a universe in which some choose to visit. We try, possibly unknowingly, to understand ourselves through various means.
Wouldn't you like to be happy three days a week? How about four? How about every day? What if you could be happy or at minimum what if you could experience happiness every day of your life? Would your life be different? Would it be better? Sound impossible?
A few times a year I find myself looking at things differently. Things like photography, trying to live a creative life. I am always wondering the best way to go about it.
Some years back I discovered that it can be quite colorful along the creeks edge with the leaves that have fallen and still hanging on to color. It becomes challenging looking for patterns and intricate designs.
Yeah I still know how to write and get a post here! The last month plus has been a somewhat of a whirlwind of comings and goings. It is hard to believe Autumn has come and now looks like it has gone.