Nature's Book resembles a palimpsest. Beyond the visibility it's always the concealed symbols to be revealed.
Watching the sunset is always a spellbinding experience, especially, when the Florida Sun throws its blazing parchment over the Loxahatchee River.
In Florida scrubland, one can discover the true magic of shifting hues and shapes.
Trees have their own soul, exposed in their flowing roots and green, leafy green domes.
Nature doesn't know ups and downs, good or bad, ugly or beautiful. When sandhill cranes show up on the sidewalk, they redeem its grayness with the cracks and blisters just by landing. In oneness, all is beautiful.
Life is a continuous painting. Dropping frames to feel lighter.
In nature, all is one. As above, so below.
Finding Zen in Wildlife's Spontaneous Beauty.
Tapping into the Spring's subtle vibes allow us to wake up our fifty three senses.
Poetry Is All Around Us As We Put Things Together In Random Beauty.
Sketching nature poetically is the best way to be fully grounded and present.
It's in the void we manifest the best of possible realities.
Sometimes it takes to go beyond the eyeballs to appreciate nature's flow and beauty.
Lisa Chamberlain's Wicca Guides unveil enchanting world of Wicca spirituality to enhance our lives with spells, rituals and through finding deep connection with Earth.
Drama in the grain of sand, countless lifetimes, happening at the same time.
Dan Brown's thought provoking novel "Origin" gives us new insight into our origin and destiny as a human race. Who Are We? Where Are We Going?
Portals of True Love is a story of finding your soulmate not out of need but rather from being so full that your heart spills over. It's so much to tell and share.
Nature's book has no straight lines. Fragments connect between the lines.
Random shadows, skipping around your feet
We exist as long as we reflect in something
Beach Smoothed by the jagged waves-- Suspended In the sky-rise of gray Tone-stairs.
Ivan Generalić (1914-1992) art has been defined as primitive and naïve, but whoever stumbles upon the painter’s artwork , will discover that the adjective “naïve” only scratches the surface.