Monday in Paris #4

the view from the Musee d’Orsay

“I see dreams ~ ready to conquer…”

*This photo was taken from the Musee d’Orsay. On the left of the photo (behind the Hausmannian Buildings which run along the length of the photograph) is the Palais Garnier – Opera Nationale de Paris. On the right is Montmartre – home of Sacre-Coeur.*

reflections by Issi – part 2

prints in the snow

ohhhhhhhh…………..what do we have here?

……………a straight line to where…………?

.…………..can it be my beloved……………….

….the handsome neighborhood stud muffin?

~ words by Issi as told to mommy ~

** Note from mommy: We live on the Des Plaines River Trail, which is another word for an interstate highway for all sorts of wildlife. One in particular is ‘stud muffin’, who we know to be a coyote. We see them on occasion and Issi certainly smells them. They have the coolest tracks – single file. How they manage to walk in a single file line with 4 legs/paws is amazing.

reflections by Issi – part 1

post walkie rest

as I walk in the snow

with my mommy in tow,

she sings a song

while I sniff along………………………………..

………….to be continued….

~ words by Issi as told to mommy ~

**Isabelle is still working on this piece – this is her first installment.**

a lesson from above

soaking up the rays

there is much more to the eye

than a crystal blue sky ~

it is a powerful reminder

to be grateful

for each moment given….

to be alive.

**though we have had vortexes combined with snow, ice, wind gusts, rain, thunder, lightning, melting, flooding….all within a period of a few weeks…we have had a few sunny days with no clouds and beautifully incandescent blue skies….

wordless wednesday

? cabbage or kale ?

A Wordless Wednesday

in the ‘shire ~ a taste of summer sun

the close of day

the view across the pond

I am intrigued by sunsets ~

bewitched,

bewildered

&

frightened.

I see more than days

passing

into

nights

&

kaleidoscopes of color

swallowed

by

darkness.

I see moments approaching ~

slipping away

&

chapters ending ~

never to be lived…….

again.

~ patiently ~

my eyes wait ~ patiently ~

for

Spring to unveil its priceless splendor…….

Luna’s lullaby

cradled by moonbeams

turning pages of a dream

swaddled in slumber

the quints

~ ~ ~ between my house and the trail ~ ~ ~

strength and elegance

guardians poised to protect

a silent presence