Time to Stop and Smell the Roses

Got out and took these yesterday morning, before the Big storms came through.  Although we were not in danger here, the part of the storm that went through here did not leave these beauties the same as I captured here. 

 

They are not all destroyed, but the pretty blooms I caught yesterday are bent and wide open.  I am Thankful that we did not see more of the storms here.

Prayers for all the families that lost homes in yesterdays storms.

 

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Chasing the Wildflowers

Yesterday I set out determined to capture the elusive wildflowers of Texas and I found some but not the rich carpets found in Llano or in The Hill Country. I was treated to a lovely assortment of Bluebonnets and Indian Paintbrush. It was a nice day, I even found a place to go hiking—Which I will go back and revisit.

Trip to Ratchet City–Shreveport/Bossier City, Louisiana

I am so excited I now am the proud owner of a “Big Kid” camera. It is proving to create some amazing pictures. I am now a Nikon Girl for Life…

So the Hubby and I went to Shreveport/Bossier City to catch the festivities of the 2012 Bassmaster Classic. We had a Blast. The crawfish are in season.. however not in abundance. We were disappointed our first night and the place we were eating at—Ran out of the yummy mudbugs 15 after our order. We returned the next night with many more friends and our fair share and an amazing time visiting with some really good friends.

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Steel & Stone Mustangs

 

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I Don’t Know How to Do it Any Other Way

Writing is not coming natural anymore.

Stress is overwhelming and  consuming me.

It’s beating me down, making everything dull and lifeless–

like a black and white photograph that has no depth or dimension.

I am forcing myself to write this.

Maybe It is supposed to make me feel.. better?

What is better? What is healing? What is acceptance? These all feel like foreign words.

WRITE!!!!

I command thee..

WRITE!…

Go find the words, where are they hiding!

Maybe they are there…. behind the scared mother.

Maybe they are there…. behind the helpless protector.

Maybe they are there…. hiding behind the disappointed parent.

Maybe they are there….lurking behind the anger that I can no longer control when we talk.

Maybe I am just speechless.. utterly shocked by your choices.

Will this ever stop…

Why are you blaming me?

Are you that confused?

Why don’t you want help?

Are you comfortable… being scattered and disheveled?

I did not make you take those pills.

I did not tell you to drink.

I did not force you to smoke.

Yet you blame me…

your anger, your defiance and  your deliberate actions scream back at me,

that I am to blame.

I did not cause this!

You took this path!

You made these choices!

I am only reacting.

I don’t know how to do it any other way…

 

On Golden Sepia

Little Bloom Peaking Out of the Water