In Notre Dame, Paris; that city of so much art, so much overload to take in with the eyes, there is still minimalism. The eyes come to a spot such as this and freeze. Magnificence in minimalism. Advertisements
float slide to the light it’s there
Here I came to the very edge….. and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning. ~Pablo Neruda
We all have a song. Sing it. “Don’t die with the music still in you” ~Wayne Dyer
From within. From without. Let it shine.
Prayers and offerings sent up to the ancestors for Dia de Los Muertos. I’ll be gone for a couple of weeks, see you all again soon.
Slowing down long enough to see into the corners. Eyes off the altar, eyes off the organ loft, eyes off the statues. My eyes rest in the corners. On the minimal that eventually shows itself.
The window at the top by the ceiling. Is there a story? I don’t have one, but many could be made up. All I can tell you is that it is in a museum in Mexico that was once a … Continue reading
Simple cooking. The original crockpots (know that I so badly want to insert a smiley face emoji here, but hold strong against them on my posts).