From Cuyahoga National Park. And a good morning to you, too!
This guy looks so angry and annoyed I can’t believe he has any friends. But then, don’t all eagles look like that? I wonder why. No wonder eagles don’t fly in flocks. Or packs, or whatever.
This is a fox called Juniper. She is the happiest, most vocal, and loving fox I’ve ever seen. She is a rescue with a special permit to keep. Her person is Willow Brooke, and she has a page on Facebook. This is also her photo of Juniper. She calls this the “Pancakes Squee face.” I look at this face and cannot help but feel some joy, and a skin-shiver of specialness.
And but then, this is the only place where fur should be special, bring joy, or anything like a skin-shiver, yes? Don’t you just want to hug and cuddle that creature? That special being that brings the gift of herself wherever she walks. Or runs. Or sleeps.
Isn’t it amazing how the simplest things can be amazing? Amazing and surprising. This is the type of photo I would use back when I was teaching. I’d ask the kids to write everything they could see in the picture. Some papers came back written on both sides. Others of course would say just the basics. Still there was always the joker who would say something like, tree. Ah yes, in the eye of the beholder.
Winter lingers on Cape Breton Island, Canada. Photo by Kris Tynski
Here’s another lovely place that hints of magic and wonder. Imagine sitting there—writing, painting, sketching. Or doing nothing. Just being.
Photo by Kay Feldkamp
A post from History Books. I love artwork done prior to the understanding of perspective. You can see how the artist struggled to give the illusion of depth and three dimensions. And look at all of the stars, or suns on the books. Not one without. Was the intention to add the effects of illumination?
Writers Ink—Writing and Stuff 