“... the world can give you these glimpses as well as fairy tales can--the smell of rain, the dazzle of sun on white clapboard with the shadows of ferns and wash on the line, the wildness of a winter storm when in the house the flame of a candle doesn't even flicker.”
that forms below this little waterfall.
It's back to school time.
I remember the excitement I used to feel.
First, for myself as a student.
Then, for my children.
The warm September sun welcomed
teachers, bus drivers, coaches, and friends.
Those days are long gone now.
The buses still roll through town,
the Moms are stocking up with snacks,
the retail stores are stockpiled with goods,
and I am marveling at the reflections in the pool.
The reflection of self.
How I see myself, and how others see me.
I live in the bucolic hills of Northwestern NJ. I love many things. Natural light, the sky, bright colors and pastels. Words. Smiles, random rainbows, gentle breezes as well as strong, gusty wind. Flowers...they rock my world. I ride a Harley Davidson with a group of ladies. I keep my camera attached to my hip.