This tree at Lookout Point in Southern Illinois just speaks to me,
her twisted, hardened roots clinging to the side of a steep rocky wall.
I met my fear of heights there. And I hung on, too.
The cool thing? My son gave me his hand and we walked together.
Next week I will be back with more of my usual blog posts,
as I capture beauty and find meaning.
Thank you for joining me during the August Break!
From the Reformatory in Mansfield, Ohio.
Old woodwork, pealing paint, exposed electrical wiring.
Haunting reminders that some things we create simply won’t last.
An old iron fence along the side of a building…
a work of art in and of itself…
My break from my usual blogging continues through the end of August.
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Sometimes an image brings back great memories of good times.
This was taken last month at the retreat I took with a group of friends.
I’m reminded of how we open up and share our beautiful selves
when we are among dear friends.