Life Is A Mystery To Me... The Talents Of Photography

you know i always includes photos in my posts -
with great pleasure, often wit, color, varied topics
and imagination

today i want you to enjoy through my eyes

the wonders of others and their creative vision

e•lu•sive ( -l s v, -z v) adj.
1. Tending to elude capture, perception, comprehension, or memory
2. Difficult to define or describe

mysterious [mɪˈstɪərɪəs] adj
1. characterized by or indicative of mystery
2. puzzling, curious, or enigmatic
mysteriously adv
mysteriousness n

strik•ing (str k ng) adj.
Arresting the attention and producing
 a vivid impression on the sight or the mind.

sub•tle (s t l) adj. sub•tler, sub•tlest
1. a. So slight as to be difficult to detect or describe; elusive: a subtle smile.
b. Difficult to understand; abstruse:
an argument whose subtle point was lost on her opponent.
2. Able to make fine distinctions: a subtle mind.
3. a. Characterized by skill or ingenuity; clever.
b. Crafty or sly; devious.
c. Operating in a hidden, usually injurious way; insidious: a subtle poison

what's your style....your vision....your colors?
just what do you see?
what does drama mean to you?
do you search for serenity?

what mystery stirs your soul?
Note: These images are from a collection of Royalty Free Images called "Vetta" by various photographers and other collections. I wish I could claim credit for their fantastic work but I cannot - to name a few : Igor Balasanov, Nuno Silva, Famke Backx but there are many more with endless creativity as you can see.

Tiny Fingers, Tiny Toes - Our Children Are Our Gifts

On Children

Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,

but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children

as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

and He bends you with His might

that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Blessings to you this week.
Doesn't God make beautiful babies?