Sit with eyes closed, in silence, feel a song, a phrase, an image with the non-judging mind.
red wagon wheels
standing in the rain
angels helping me across the broken bridge
antique wood banister
French casement windows
the cemetery, death by small treasons
Interconnections: The gold watch and gold threads of time, 40, 50, yeas ago. The guardian angels of childhood and the sails on the lake blending into a new backdrop of a fruitful and flowering garden time. The grotto of Carmel an ever present nurturing place. Mary has become my sister.
- Overcast (alamsphotography.wordpress.com)