growing with resolve~ Germany
As the door closes shut on one year and opens to a brand new one, we get the urge to make changes, to have a clean slate and to resolve ourselves to a set of higher standards. It is as though every time, a new permission is issued to become a better human and to raise ourselves to a finer level of human development. Like the rings inside a tree trunk, every time we make a full cycle around the sun, we get this sense of renewal.
What are your resolutions for 2016? Are they real or forced? Conventional or brand new?
she ran into the forest and let it paint her with rays of sunshine
Winter, crisp, charged, moist, earthy, fresh, enlivening, positive…
The color of well-being.
Malaysian child in the waters of Penang
It can be found on the shores of innocence.
in the ocean of her imagination
Would we want to live in a world where all was predetermined, where nothing was hidden, where the answers were handed to us at birth? I take the search and the mystery over certainty and the unknown with its myriad of possibilities over the already known. It is in the future where all adventures lie in wait.
That crisp New York City air
Spring goes so well with New York City I think! Newness, freshness, color, crispness, high energy, vibrancy, originality, creativity, Spring, are certainly words that go with it. I love New York in every season, but in the spring, I love it passionately!
till soon sunny Tuscany
This posts ends the sunny photographic journey into Tuscany. It made me dream more than ever to go back to dwell in its artful charm. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
On to the next…
Posting from a trip, so please once again excuse my inability to respond until I am back home in Shanghai and near my computer.
I hope that you will follow the next month’s journey which will have an entirely different nature to this past one!
The sun favors places like Tuscany. It floods it with its warmth and the locals just mirror that by coloring their homes in tribute to the sun.
lamp post~ siena
It is in cities like Siena that the ghosts of the past remain to haunt us with the mystery of what has been as we meander in its old cobble stone streets. Can you blame them? Would you want to leave a city this beautiful?
What can demonstrate constancy more than the sun rising and setting every day of our lives? Why do we look to anything other than nature for our life lessons?