Tag Archives: photography
Whatever Happens
Whatever happens. . . Little buck will still walk through our yard each day, Squirrel will still run across the roof in the morning, Birds will still eat at the feeders and maple leaves will still fall. Whatever happens. . … Continue reading
Beautiful Sunday Stroll
A lovely Sunday walk through the Botanical Gardens in West Sechelt. What a gem that property is. They have signs on all the different trees and plants so you are getting an education as well as exercise. A perfect Sabbath.
Sunday Date
A photographer’s idea of the perfect date is visiting the cemetery on a sunny Sunday afternoon to take photos of headstones. People working on their family tree or trying to find family information such as death and birth dates can … Continue reading
Snow Day
The woods are covered in down, that rain slowly dilutes into puddles. I put a few puzzle pieces in their place then settle in by the fire to crochet. Snow day, a good excuse to be lazy. ©2020 Sharron R. … Continue reading
Good Choices
A feast awaits us at the table of good choices. ~unknown
Love’s Transforming Power
If there is a secret to love’s transforming power, surely it must lie in its uncanny ability to call forth who we truly are. ~Richard Rohr
Starry Eyed
Happy Halloween
Happy Birthday Dear Cousin
You’ve come a long way woman. . . HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
Sweet Orange Tomatoes
Catching Up With My Cousin
Last time we saw each other, we were little kids. Now we’re big kids who still love to talk, laugh and enjoy good food. Finding my cousin and getting to know her is one of my most precious adventures so … Continue reading
Life
Life is fragile. Handle it with awe. ~Unknown
I Saw Two Elk In The Woods
Big! Majestic! You can’t see them unless you stand perfectly still. Then what appears to be a tree trunk, in the distance, moves. A very big elk cow looking at us. There, another moving slowly away. One movement from us … Continue reading
Beauty All Around Us
We are blessed with such beauty all around us. Birds and butterflies everywhere and all the wonderful green. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Five A.M. In My Studio
I showed up, but not my muse – pen and paper, just a ruse. What to do when words don’t come, sit and stare, is all I’ve done. Thoughts skip in then disappear, no ideas, nothing here but sun beams … Continue reading