.......it's that time of the year...
when season lapses,
like a wheel, when it spins
by force of gravity and momentum, takes
the top side to the bottom side and repeats the
same motion over and over again.
from the warm summer days
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| the trolley at the Americana Galeria in Glendale, Southern CA |
that brought unfailing energy to
our daily lives by
way of the lively, festive
and joyful activities
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| Andrea Bogart (yoga teacher) Urban light at LACMA about MN |
that fundamentally
took all the cares
away...
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| Theresa doing still life |
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| Matt french pressing coffee while Ramon is patiently waiting... |
now it's fall, at its
fullest swing,
and the cold, almost
winterly-like temperatures,
bring
back memories
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| noontime wind and fog at Lands End |
of joy
of the summer days,
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| painting session break time |
wishing they'd
have stayed longer.
Nature, itself has to go
through cycles,
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| California st at late afternoon |
like it or not,
we become part of these
cycles and
our experiences,
analogously,
are in like manner.
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| Matt and Penelope's cat |
we follow these
cycles, with anticipation
and expectations,
as if they
were deja vu.
However, we try to enrich
our lives, with more
experiences, as we
seek more of life's
meaning.
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| Montara Lighthouse in summertime |
Though, we have different
planes of persuasion,
our propensity
to go to the next level, is propelled
with insatiable motivation.
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| Penelope working on a painting |
The renaissance spirit from
within has glowing embers,
that make tomorrow's
anticipation, as something
to look forward to.
that's all folks!
jt
