*Darlene*:
When your heart skips a beat and it makes you let out a sigh of wonder, and you realize it's just too exquisite not to...
*Darlene*:
He sits feeling displaced by the jet streams overhead, the wind turbines by his side, and the GPS run combine tilling the soil in front of him, when the mule and the man guided plow was what he was born into.
*Darlene*:
She was such a charming farmstead until loneliness crept into her heart and eventually just giving in to the grief of it all, she let herself go, not realizing that I still loved her. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*:
It's simply lovely when the lake turns to glass, and the pristine imitation of whatever lays along its edge just makes it doubly magestic.
*Darlene*:
The windmill knew that the coming winds would give it no choice but to whimper back to life, and the barn understood that the driving rains would drench him to the bone, but the skies they enjoyed before the storms blew in always made it all worth it.
*Darlene*:
Ohhh, sweet thing, even though you've chosen to belong to no one, so I know you can never be mine, you will always remain tightly tucked away in the sheltered recesses of my mind.
*Darlene*:
It's mezmerizing spots like this that stimulate all the senses and make one contemplate whether it's really all that important or essential to have to retreat back to the car, turn that key, and drive away. Can't we just stay?
*Darlene*:
This crumbling church sits quiet now, but if you stand unmoving and silent at its open door and close your eyes and listen very intently, you can still hear its memory soaked walls sing.
*Darlene*:
With that impish twinkle in your eyes and that beaming smile of yours, you'd stand out in the fanciest of crowds, and I'd be proud to accompany you anywhere, if only we could go.
*Darlene*:
The impassioned newlywed made the intentional decision to build their new home with the bedroom facing the setting sun so he would know that every night his beloved could lay her head on a warm pillow before slumber carried her away to her dreams.
*Darlene*:
There's no one left to come and pay tribute, but you can surmise how much they were loved, and hopefully every subsequent generation will have that same awareness when they pass by this corner on their hurried way to somewhere else.
*Darlene*:
The three sisters may look a bit weathered by the disconcerting disruptions that an uncertain life can bring, but they've grown from seedlings into what they are today because they knew that through it all they'd always have each other.
*Darlene*:
This swing carried her through childhood play, boyfriends, and broken hearts, through conflicts and joyful anticipations, and now, at 91, if it hadn't been tangled and broken when she returned, she would've swung to reminisce about a life well lived.
*Darlene*:
Build me in a place of tranquil beauty and sculpt me of stone, so I will stand the test of eternal time. Fill me with the sounds of spirited children, and allow the flowers to blossom across my landscape, and I will gift you with joy for all time.
*Darlene*:
Silent reflection is both essential and pivotal, whether it be emotionally within the heart and mind, amidst the still waters and clouded skies, or inwardly between the deepest bounds of the body and soul.
*Darlene*:
There's no one left to warm her chilled walls or to keep his tarnished wheels rolling, so they stay perched where they stand and soberly whisper long ago lullabies to one another as they steadily fuse with the earth they were left on.
*Darlene*:
Even when snagging a fish isn't in the cards, or the building winds are beginning to ripple the water's surface, and the random clouds are fortelling the dimming of the warming sun, there's still no better place to spend a measure of time than right here.
*Darlene*:
They found keeping the barrier fence in presentable condition was pointless as there was no one left inside to call on and no precious earthly possessions left to unburden, so we continue to step through and mindfully envision the essense that once was.
*Darlene*:
Whether you deem to scrutinize the view through any individual window from the inside looking out or from the outside looking in, either way will leave you with a revealing perspective, each as compelling as the other.
*Darlene*:
Our daystar has a distinct agenda that we should all be compelled to emulate as it incessantly contrives a way to continue to shine its irrepressable beam through whatever impediments are in its way.
*Darlene*:
I was told that most weekends, her opulantly adorned interiors were filled with the upper crust of party goers enjoying the scrupulously laid out feasts set out on freshly pressed white linen tablecloths, and she ponders over why they all left her behind.
Roland Bogush:
Iconic [Explored #3]
Fallowsite:
Le gîte sans le couvert.
Angeline -on-off:
In der Kirche
Les grands espaces...:
Au sommet du pain de sucre
