I'm trying to understand why some things seem more beautiful in England than in the States. A rose that has grown up beside a well-seasoned downspout—who would have thought this would draw anyone's attention but it did . . . and the memory lingers.
This old gate is one that C. S. Lewis would have passed many times on his way to Holy Trinity Church at Headington Quarry in England. I don't know why I thought of this quote from Prince Caspian when I posted it last night; I just did. I hope you enjoy it, too. And if [...]
On my way to find another photo, I ran into this one and couldn't believe that it was just sitting there waiting to be posted. Of course, it is of Big Ben taken at 11:55 am on some day over two years ago while I was in London. Has it been that long? Yes, because [...]
Shakspeare wrote, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." He's probably right, but this rose is especially sweet because it is one of the Queen's roses at Windsor Castle.
I wanted to post something totally different—something not necessarily green and from the mountains. So what about these taken from the London Eye a couple of years ago? I think I have already posted one but not both. The Thames is below. Who knows which direction it runs—north, south, east, west. Does it really matter [...]
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; [...]
This was taken at Windsor Castle last year, and I thought my Friday group of viewers would enjoy it. It's a world away from where I am now. But it is still not too far to visit mentally . . . every once in a while. Lewis wrote: "Why is it that one can never [...]
I did this really weird photoshop action on this photograph and hated it. Everything was washed out. The reason I wanted to post it in the first place was because I loved the color of the blue doors. In fact, I have been walking around for days (a million miles away from this place in [...]