Popinjay–Distant
* * * Next week’s prompt is: STRONG
* * * Next week’s prompt is: STRONG
reflection in my nephew’s eyes * * * We also do a photo challenge here called Popinjay. This week’s prompt word is: imperfect. Here’s a description of what Popinjay is all about. * * *
one thousand (imperfect) gifts naming these things, putting pen to paper, physically moving my body to be grateful is harder than it appears. Good moments, bad moments, indifferent moments, she’s right–they’re all His moments. Labeling one good and one bad, in my imperfect knowing…not wise. Always a struggle to decipher the “Thank God” comments. Thank God (insert name) survived cancer. … Read More
That’s right. It’s fake. and i love it * * * Next week’s prompt is: IMPERFECT
* * * We also do a photo challenge here called Popinjay. This week’s prompt word is: Disorganized. Here’s a description of what Popinjay is all about. * * *
Me. I am disorganized. Sorta. I mean, I know where everything is even if there’s clutter. And of course, I forgot to post popinjay yesterday, which just builds the case against me! But, truthfully, as I sat thinking of a picture to take, I’ve come to the realization that I’m not really disorganized, I’m forgetful. Look and see. What do … Read More
So now you know the rest of the story… But the one I really wanted to post (that breaks the pets/babies rule) 🙂 * * * Next week’s prompt is: EXTRAVAGANT
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. –Ansel Adams Create, artist, do not talk. –Johann Wolfgang von Goethe * * * Next week’s prompt is: CURIOUS
And how ironic. Popinjay is late this week. Showing you just how organized I am (not!) right now. Lemme just tell you how glad that the God that painted this has got my back. And if I’m not organized for a season, He still knows (and guides.) * * * Next week’s prompt is: SILENT
When I started Popinjay, I had no clue I’d lose my mom. She wanted to be cremated, so there is no grave to visit and that’s kinda weird. My brother, sister, and I buried her ashes in the places she wanted them. I also have some in my closet to mix with paint so I can create… Beauty from ashes. … Read More