There’s nothing lovelier, than having fresh cut flowers, on a table, it dresses up any room! I love the aroma that fills the air, with it’s faint and dainty perfume! Flowers, bring sunshine into your life, no matter how bad you may feel, just being surrounded with beautiful flowers, can chase away any ordeal. They can make a room come alive, with it’s colorful flow, it fills a room with so much warmth, you can actually see the glow! Whenever there’s flowers adorning a room, take the time, to admire their beauty and grace. There’s nothing lovelier than fresh cut flowers, on a table, it’s guaranteed, to put that smile, back on your face!
Snow At Windy Point Vista, Tucson, Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne
When I think of the historical Christ, I think of courage:
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
Snow On The Santa Catalina Mountains On December 26th — Images by kenne
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Cold Mountain has many hidden wonders,
People who climb here are always getting scared.
When the moon shines, water sparkles clear
When the wind blows, grass swishes and rattles.
On the bare plum, flowers of snow
On the dead stump, leaves of mist.
At the touch of rain it all turns fresh and live
At the wrong season you can’t ford the creeks.
— from Han Shan’s Cold Mountain Poems, translation by Gary Snyder
Christmas 2018 Bartop Still Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne
We have lived at Tanuri Ridge These eight Christmas years. No Christmas trees over the years, Instead, we add Holiday touches To art, plants, whiskey bottles — Our world exceeds stillness.