A Confession…

This photo was taken at the English Teapot Cafe in Agios Georgious village in the Troodos Mountains of Cyprus. I love the way it turned out–not so much for its photographic composition or execution, rather for its meaning and memory.

Flower Boxes

Here in the mountains of Cyprus we haven’t had the heat on for almost a week. The days have been sunny and warm–the kind that allure you outside for a long walk. It has been really wonderful. Spring is getting closer, and I am beginning to think about the signs of the season. Of course,…

Favorite Things

I was just a little girl when I first heard Julie Andrews sing, “Favorite Things” in the musical, “The Sound of Music.” I thought I had died and gone to heaven when her lilting soprano voice rang out these words: “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens; bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens… ”…

Diptych…

…is a fancy word for the fusion of two photos. The art has been around for many years, but a couple of gals made it really popular by introducing it to the blogosphere. You can log on at 3191 to see their current expression and read their story. Their fusions are inspiring… Now diptych blogging…

Meandering Pathway

I wonder who lives at house number nine in the Cypriot village of Omidos. They have a lovely orange tree growing in their front yard just on the other side of this white brick fence. When my husband and I passed their little home just off the village square I had so many thoughts about…

Light through Glass…

Yesterday we visited the little mountain village of Omidos. We have been there many, many times over the years; but I still love it… lots of quaint shops, winding, narrow streets, ancient cobble-stone roads, and an Orthodox church. Every village has at least one, maybe two. The one in Omidos is especially beautiful. Neither of…

Jiggling Bellies

My hubby and I love this man. He is one of our favorite people in the world to hang out with! We value our time with him, and we can never seem to get enough. Recently, we enjoyed a good laugh with him… Now I can’t remember for the life of me what tickled our…

‘I Don’t Believe in God, but I Miss Him…’

“I don’t believe in God, but I miss him,” writes contemporary, English writer, Julian Barnes, in his popular book, “Nothing to be Afraid of.”  When I first read these words, I wanted to fall on my face and wail in intercession. I know that sounds dramatic. But the sentiment of this sentence pierced my heart…