He hath made everything beautiful in its time: also he hath set eternity in their heart, yet so that man cannot find out the work that God hath done from the beginning even to the end. Eccl. 3:11

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My mom’s records.  http://instagr.am/p/JNYTIGhZ43/

My mom’s records.  http://instagr.am/p/JNYTIGhZ43/

theimpossiblecool:

Frank Sinatra

theimpossiblecool:

Frank Sinatra

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Spring has sprung.  1/2,000 sec at f/2.0, ISO 100
Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils. 

Spring has sprung.  1/2,000 sec at f/2.0, ISO 100

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 

Here come the sun…Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Here come the sun…Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Boo yeah

I love this lady’s work, so beautiful.

Pink Gardenia  Taken at Shadows on The Teche in New Iberia, LA
1/640 sec at f/3.2, ISO 160

Pink Gardenia  Taken at Shadows on The Teche in New Iberia, LA

1/640 sec at f/3.2, ISO 160