Re-Imaging

“The bird who dares to fall is the bird who learns to fly.” - Anonymous

   

There's a lot of chirping going on lately. Every bird seems to have something to say. The zeal in their songs amid the flurried whisk of their feathers inspire us to imagine a reality where we, too, can fly. Do slugs or bears long to escape to the skies? This is a human trait. We are the species of creative thinkers; our aspirations are high.   

     

Each mind is a treasure box where we pick and choose from our thoughts. Knowing that life on the surface is not the full story or indicative of our full potential, we expand the possibilities through the marvels of math, art, science and more.

I recently walked about re-imagining the tones, textures and portals that can be hidden from the human eye. Although all scenes originate from my camera, a few show how I envisioned them during this Easter season of transformation. 

Above, I saw a wild tangle of torn trees. The rock (below) appeared like a skull at the side of the road in the early morning dark. 

Crescent Beach was mostly empty in the morning mist. Even the gulls seemed asleep. 

A rabbit camouflaged extremely well. 

Another rabbit was a doorstop. 

A daring little girl (below) did a marvelous balancing act. 

A home with heart displayed holiday decorations.

The door was very welcoming, indeed, although few people knock during Covid. 

Dreamy hues seeped into daylight at Kwomais Park. Willow branches, barely green, were just beginning the way imaginations do when re-awakened by spring. 

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Still the kid I used to be

Visit Postcards From Penelope Puddle and Penelope Puddlisms: BC Life Is A Whale Of A Ride to view more West Coast scenes.

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All Things New ... Again

Spring doesn't come easily, although it comes around naturally. Some shoveled mountains of snow and endured harsh extreme weather. Tears flowed and weary worn out things shed and withered so life could begin anew.  As Earth recycles itself, what never gets old for me are my daughter's paintings and drawings from long ago. 

Some of us who have seen it all before never tire of the wind-swept horizons that survive winter storms. While I wait my turn in this restorative season of vaccines and sandcastles, there is a clear sense that doors previously closed are opening. Familiar landscapes look more promising when seen through the fresh eyes of spring.

My photo digitally adjusted with an art tool reflects how I saw a walker amid driftwood at the beach. There is bliss in setting mental images of hoped-for possibilities adrift.

Discover the artistic side of life at Paint Party Friday and spring into new landscapes at Mosaic Monday and OUR WORLD.

 

Still the kid I used to be

Visit Postcards From Penelope Puddle and Penelope Puddlisms: BC Life Is A Whale Of A Ride to view more West Coast scenes.

Because the state of our planet is the most pressing issue of our time, link up and learn about the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) Report.