Desert Drifting

Chronology has lost it's grip on my sense of time.

Any given moment can make the world stand still.


Any sense of order or combination of words can not truly express the many captured moments.


I simply remain grateful for each setting sun.


In a sense, each set is a dawn.


Carpe Temporis Punctum

Expanding

I have come to be certain that every bit of distance covered becomes a part of my perception.



I live in the moment and let the scenery change.


I embrace each rising sun.

Familiar Feels

'The pain passes, but the beauty remains.'
-- Pierre Auguste Renoir

Such Great Heights

Sometimes I cannot believe my eyes due to such great beauty unfolding before me.



Opportunity and adventure intertwine and have left me speechless. I am dumbfounded at the spontaneity that has seized me and am stumbling forward.

I am thinking it's a sign.

Untucked

Some situations make us want to cry. It may reveal life-halting revelations. It may be moments of embarrassment. It may simply be something in the air.


Within me, tears unfold a tender part of myself that I keep carefully folded and tucked in safety. There's a certain vulnerability to emotion, an exposing of an energy that can overwhelm. This energy flows through my inspiration.



Tears bring me a heightened sense of inspiration with a touch of the solemn. The melancholy has a certain sweetness that livens up a more serious demeanor. Even in vulnerability there is balance.