The early morning light filtering through the clouds and the passing cars on the street caught my eye this morning.

A "cool" way to introduce '07....

Time has it's effects on all things. I remember this barn from my youth, our simple terms were "the old barn and the new barn", which of course meant we had two of them we would play in, growing up. My grandmother would milk the cows in this one, I'd sit on a small stool nearby and watch and listen to the sound of the milk hitting the bottom of the pail.
The horses like to say hello.

 Life seems a bit like this at times, twists, turns, a few barbs. Hopefully the root structure is in good shape to keep us grounded! 

 Mother nature's carpet has a few undulations in it, but of course that's what makes it interesting. The richness of the scene and the clear sky held the eye that day. 

Sunset on the coast.

 Hey, shoes may get old but that doesn't mean they still don't have a use. 

 Open spaces n beautiful skies 

 I grew up on a farm but haven't lived there for many years. I get back for a visit now and then and always have memories of times past. I see it in a different way now from when I grew up. 

 A great place to dream with a little help from mother nature. 

 It was a great fall day in the Blue Ridge Mountains, the fall colors were out and the moon was hanging around... 

The art is on the outside. About a week ago I was spending some time in the mountains of N.C., enjoying the changing Fall colors. Our house there has a nice sitting area that's open, on a loft like platform above the living room. I enjoy sitting there, reading, working, etc. The leaves just outside the window had the look of a painting, caught in time, framed by the window.

 Mother nature has taken out her paint brushes and started her Fall dance through the mountains of North Carolina. 

 What a week and it isn't over. A trip to Seattle and back from the east coast was on the schedule this week, left Monday, returned today, two days later. Resting in front of my computer from many hours on a plane, I was glancing through my Picasa library of photos and this one struck me as "yes", it is nice to have someone waiting with open arms after a long trip. 

 There was something about the brilliant colors of this fellow as he came struting by all cock sure of himself. I was in the Conemara area of Ireland, beautiful country. The background was green with a overcast sky. The red of the roots head was striking against the grey in the sky.  

I came upon this gentleman in a small coastal village in Ireland. He was entertaining strangers making bubbles..I enjoyed his lighthearted spirit and the attention he was getting from strangers.

She captured my attention...real or a statue? I'll leave that for your imagination.

I like colorful doors. When I visit a new place, it's one of the first things that will create a memory. I came upon these doors in Ireland recently. Strolling down the street in the village of Kinsale, boom, there they were. The sun was bright, the colors striking.
Now the interesting this is they provide entrace to two seperate homes. Thus, implied, is a coordination among the owners, color selection etc. Wouldn't it be interesting to knock and meet those that selected the colors and hear the story of how this came to be.

 What's the name of the old song about "the doggy in the window?" I should remember it. This little fellow was just watching the world go by from the warmth of his house, the wind was really blowing outside at the time. He knew better than to be out, with us.