Today’s #SoCS prompt was to give instructions for anything you know how to do. This particular project has been an ongoing one for me with over 60 years of research and experience at this point. While I am, admittedly, no expert, the method I have presented has proven to be the most effective for maximum enjoyment and minimum discomfort.
That little bee moth in the last photo was drowning until I helped him out with a piece of landscape bark. He instantly flew off, breathing in…breathing out…
Happy #Free48 dear friends and check out what is going on at the Crossroads via Dan’s post today.
I am still having issues with space, but have been working to free some up so that I can stay connected with you guys here in the Blogosphere. I value the connections I have made with so many talented, beautiful souls. May your day be beautifully filled with Love, Light and opportunity.
Since we lived in Costa Rica I have been addicted to photographing all things small-those magical wonders so easily passed over and subsequently ill appreciated.
It was a simple thrill for me to photograph small gardens where butterflies fed on the nectar of cone flowers as bees gathered golden treasure to spread from bloom to bloom before returning to the hive in a world where the secret life of insects played out while we went about our own doings, all too often oblivious to such miracles.
I simply had to have cone flowers in my space this season; and although they are in pots, I am nurturing them to welcome all small creatures who come to pay homage to The Cone.
Here are a few of the earliest visitors.
Now, if you are waiting on the edge of your seat for the scientific facts about these small wonders, you should relax, sit back and remember that I am merely the eye of the photographer who draws attention to these tiny treasures. I am not an entomologist. But I would like to learn more about these insects. Maybe when I finish taking photos….
Of late I have been avoiding the overwhelming feelings that wait at my heart’s door. The tap, tapping of despair, frustration, anxiety and disappointment wait, torches held high and voices crying out, to rouse my soul into complete and utter fear over what is becoming of this world. While there has always been chaos and disorder on the outside, beyond the borders of this country, I had a sense of things being generally alright in my own little space of it. Perhaps it was naivety or willfull ignorance, or a bit of both. Now that disaster seems determined to invite itself upon us here in the ‘land of the free’, and with my advancing age, my sense of well being and security grows less steady.
So, since there is limitation to what I can do ‘out there’, I turn once again within. If I can create harmony within my soul, find peace in my own being, and create at least a small space of beauty to retreat to, then there is one iota of positive change in the Creator’s world.
Hubby and I have been working hard to get our little garden thriving and are hoping these sweltering days don’t prove stronger than its will to survive. It has become a nice little haven for me lately. I hope we all have a brighter, more positive week ahead.
David Bowie has long been a favorite of mine and Labyrinth remains one of the best musical family films ever made.
Thank you Mr Bowie, for being brilliant. We miss you!