We can't stop them from coming
but we can choose which one to surf.
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Today was not a wonderful day and the best part of it was coming home. It had stormed in the afternoon, a vicious, wicked force with pounding rain and violent wind gusts. By the time I left for home, the downpour had stopped and the wind had the roads nearly dry, and was still blowing strong.
And then home, up the long driveway that I had hoped would be clear to pass. I knew that a storm like that had probably brought a tree down.
And it did. And my husband had just finished clearing it.
And being home never felt so good.
I didn’t want to do anything but roll in a ball and shut out the world. I’m sure you’re all familiar with that feeling. But instead, I opened up a few photos that I didn’t think were all that and just began playing with them. I don’t even remember what I did, but I know that I used several new textures from the Florabella collection.
Being creative completely quieted my mind. I highly recommend Photoshop as therapy.
And don’t think that I totally understand what I’m doing in there. I can do a few things, yes. They are basic but they yield the results I’m looking for. And some day, I’ll learn more of what it can do.
For some reason, this is my favorite. The arch of his little male house finch combined with the shape of the cooper perch look like a heart to me.
For you see, each day I love you more
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
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Well, it’s Friday night and I think I’ll pour the drink of lonely men and hoary nights. And then I’m putting on my pj’s and my thick wool socks and popping a DVD into the computer.
This is what it looked like at the manor house on Tuesday morning. So pretty.
Have a beautiful weekend, all ~