The arts mean more to me in my 50’s than any other previous decade of my life thus far. It may have to do with the fact I did not have as much time to appreciate and embrace human creative skills and imagination. I truly believe that the arts are meant to make us better people because of their beautiful and emotional power.
What an amazing adventure in the world of Butterflies. I believe I was touched by Heaven on this day. Enjoy a few photos from my experience in one of the nation’s largest tropical butterfly exhibit. The poetry of life is exhibited in the changing life cycles of the butterfly::
LOOK on the T-shirt! We have a friend.
Where Art Thou Butterfly?
The Evolution of the Butterfly
How Do They Get Here?
The Story Of The Butterfly
BUTTERFLY You Are So Beautiful!
Thought to be dead–he came to life after we set him free!
A Journey As No Other.
Winter Be Still On The Mountain.
The Vast Change In Scenery Bursts.
Contemplations Of Escape There Are None.
May Time Be Left For Us Though It May Be Too Late.
The End Has Come.
A Journey Like No Other.
A journey like no other.
Travelling a road partly plowed.
Mt Hood, Oregon is finally within our view.
A mountain is in our view.
Mt. Hood’s rustic lodge is a place of peacefulness and serenity.
Mt. Hood’s lodge has many wooden carvings throughout.
Mt Hood’s Lodge: A view from upstairs.
Mt. Hood shows how fast the weather can change.
This is a skier’s paradise.
PHOTOS BY ALESIA. A winter’s view before spring takes over. Enjoy.
The Love of the English Springer goes way back in our family.
Thirteen years ago when my husband brought our dog Linus home, we knew there was just something about him. My husband was really drawn to him immediately. After I began my genealogy studies I think I began to realize why my husband liked English Springers so much. We found out Dan’s grandpa Russell raised English Springers. My husband states he knew nothing of this until I produced a photo of his grandfather with a litter of them! Maybe that explains our Love of our English Springer! The apple did not fall far from the TREE or maybe this is poetry in motion. Only God can explain such mysteries. Imagine my husband’s surprise when he looked at this photo.