Voice Memos

My home, a small brick-ed cottage, near a small quaint town which draws its beauty from the nearby lake, is a haven of peace and tranquility. Even ’round my vast property can I find delicious scenes of delicate gorgeousness. And if I venture not far, there is even more wonder to capture (really feel that word “capture”, imagine what it means).

Surround me, sun. Shine light into my lens as I direct it toward the dandy and down rows of orange’d, grassy vinyards. Help me see what I see daily in a new way, a special way, an atypical way. Give me the wisdom to know, even as I hurredly plow through my days, that this magic’s heartbeat is still there, underfoot.

This is a more personal post of a bunch of crap around my place.