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Love Sand

 

“When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You probably did too; you just don’t recall it. See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand.”  ~Robert McCammon

Sand Love by OliveLoaf Design

Photo: OliveLoaf Design, Beach at Barren River Lake, Kentucky

Solitude

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.”   ~Andrew Wyeth

Scenes from a desolate lake beach. Winter approaches…

Beach Patterns.

Beach Patterns by OliveLoaf Design

Ripples.

Ripples by OliveLoaf Design

 

Sand Paw.

Sand Paw by OliveLoaf Design

Acquiesce.

Acquiesce by OliveLoaf Design

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” ~Stanley Horowitz

Barren.

Barren by OliveLoaf Design

“Gray drip-wet dawn
Leafless tree in solitude –
Remembers the robin.” ~
Don Sax

Morning Quarry.

Morning Quarry by OliveLoaf Design

 

“A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made.  The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.” ~Eric Sloane

Rising.

Rising by OliveLoaf Design

Boardwalk.

Boardwalk by OliveLoaf Design

“Here is the dark tree
Denuded now
Of leafage…
But a million stars” ~
Shiki

 

Perfect Now

“The universe is, instant by instant, recreated anew. There is in truth no past, only a memory of the past. Blink your eyes, and the world you see next did not exist when you closed them. Therefore, the only appropriate state of the mind is surprise. The only appropriate state of the heart is joy. The sky you see now, you have never seen before. The perfect moment is now. Be glad of it.” ~Terry PratchettCloudy Water Leaf by OliveLoaf Design

{Photo: OliveLoaf Design}

Gloomy Days

I ♥ gloomy weather days. I often wonder if I have a reverse SAD {Seasonal Affective Disorder} of sorts as I seem to be more productive, happier and at peace on dreary, overcast weather days.

“Oddly enough I never used to suffer from depression on cold, gray, cloudy days like this. I feel as if nature is in harmony with me, that it reflected my soul.” ~Paulo Coelho

Well, Paulo knows what I’m talking about…

Gloomy Lake by OliveLoaf Design

Barren River Lake, Kentucky

{Photo: OliveLoaf Design}

lucky lucky

“Luck is not a mystical force you’re born with, but a habit you can develop.  How? For starters, be open to new experiences, trust your gut wisdom, expect good fortune, see the bright side of challenging events, and master the art of maximizing serendipitous opportunities.”  ~Richard Wiseman

Not one, but TWO four-leaf clovers found…How serendipitous! Found at Barren River Lake, Kentucky.

lucky lucky

“I’m a greater believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it.”   ~Thomas Jefferson

Winter Scenes

“He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter…In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.”  ~John Burroughs

Way up north on the prairie, Northern Illinois.  Miss Sadie wanders down an icy, snowy road.  Due to freezing paws, she will have to be carried home…

A Winter Field.

A collection of found glass, pottery & china pieces sparkle with a snowy backdrop.

A barren winter beach {and an excellent driftwood specimen for later crafting}

Miss Sadie…once a shelter orphan, and now the Ice Queen of Barren River Lake.

Mother Nature: Ice Sculptor.

An immense flock of migrating Sandhill cranes finding respite in a rolling field.

A magical woodland portal.

“Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth.” ~Hugh Macmillan