Each moment is a place where you’ve never been.
The best moments are small and simple. And pictures stop those moments from getting away. Here are some random shots taken while slow walking/photo wandering.
Pause to take a photo…It’s a Good Thing.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
once a snowflake fell
on my brow and I loved
it so much and I kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
I reached to love them all
and I squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and I stood perfectly
still and was a flower
/////////////////////////////////////////////– nikki giovanni
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live ’em.
What are you waiting for?