The first flower of a new alfalfa crop.
Where better to go for vivid than a classic car show and shine?
There is no peace like early morning – before the stirring, before the noise begins. Perchance, it is to dream…
You want to know what makes me jealous? Talented people. Truly talented people make me jealous. Not rich people. Not popular people. Not people with huge public relations crews to make them look good. Not people who have lucked into success simply based on who they know. Just people who can do something very very difficult very very well.
Musicians, for example. I’ve been jealous of, though very happy for, talented child musicians ever since I was a child myself. The latest one that I’ve come across is this ten year old Edmonton violinist who recently played at Carnegie Hall.
That’s what wakens my green monster. There’s not an ounce of resentment in me, but it does make me ask how the talent and determination genes are handed out before we’re born. Sometimes I do question the process.
In case you feel the same, here’s a picture to make you feel better.
My blog app (blogpad pro) has let me down, so I’ve been trying to find something else to post with – note to WordPress: fix your app too. There’s not much to choose from, is there?
Here’s a picture from a recent mountain trip:
My planet will include some stuff like this.