Posted in the “Simply” series
“Keep your face to the sun
and you will never see the shadows.”
― Helen Keller
Simply… Sunshine
Author Archives: Gun Roswell
Simply… Sunshine (five)
Posted in the “Simply” series
“I used to cover my windows in heavy curtains, never drawn.
Now I danced in the sunlight on my hardwood floors.”
― Kimberly Novosel
Simply… Sunshine
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Simply… Sunshine (four)
Posted in the “Simply” series
“Ô, Sunlight!
The most precious gold to be found on Earth.”
― Roman Payne
Simply… Sunshine
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Simply… Sunshine (three)
Posted in the “Simply” series
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious
as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne
Simply… Sunshine
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Simply… Sunshine (two)
Posted in the “Simply” series
“Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Simply… Sunshine
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Quote a Week Tuesday 2017-02-21
Posted in Quote a Week Tuesday
Quote a Week Tuesday
For this week’s quote of the week, a thought on writers:
“A writer is somebody
for whom writing is more difficult
than it is for other people”
Thomas Mann
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Monday Art (two)
Posted in Mundane Mondays
“Creativity is
piercing the mundane
to find the marvelous”
Bill Moyers
Monday Art
Ice Defrosted
The signs of spring are finally returning
When the ice layers are slowly, burning
And back to winter, there is no returning
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Monday Art (one)
Posted in Mundane Mondays
Mundane Monday Challenge : Learn Photography
“Creativity is
piercing the mundane
to find the marvelous”
Bill Moyers
Monday Art
Ice Defrosted
The signs of spring are finally returning
As the rays of sun in the early morning
Ignite the icy roads into slow thawing
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Monday Art (three)
Posted in Mundane Mondays
“Creativity is
piercing the mundane
to find the marvelous”
Bill Moyers
Monday Art
Skyline
Trying to capture
Light from the darkness
Even a small fracture
To repel the harshness
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Rocking Chair
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Rocking Chair
Adventuring up the stairs
To see what’s hidden in the lair
What did my little eyes spy
A blast from the past
In front of me lie
Gramma’s rocking chair!
