A beautiful day. The beauty of its individuality, its innocence of being, and the aesthetic value - all have a direct impact on how the day unfolds.
You can tell when something is beautiful, when, to look at it brings joy, when, to think about it brings pleasure, and when one knows that one has created it in partnership with a loved one… and so, this can be said of so many different things in our lives. Life is good.
Today it is all about Monochrome and Flowers. #alwaysaflower
You can always find a little beauty despite the things in your life, true? Sometimes it is a little less colorful than usual. Focus on the beauty of it all.
A little #MondochromeMonday to fill your eyes
Appearances can be so misleading. In monochrome, there is no hiding it, it is all black and white to me. The unspoken beauty in your day, it is there, right before your very eyes. Sometimes, we just don't recognize it for what it is... And just like that this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we'll do it again. I want to take a moment to thank our host @Old-Guy-Photos.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Some days, it is not as easy to see,just how wonderful it really is. For me, I try to do my part. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare
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