Showing posts with label White-throated sparrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label White-throated sparrow. Show all posts

Friday

Old Friends


 "The best mirror is an old friend." 
— George Herbert

Female Cardinal and White-throated Sparrow 

Wednesday

White-throated Sparrow


 "It's your outlook on life that counts. If you take yourself lightly and don't take yourself too seriously, pretty soon you can find the humor in our everyday lives. And sometimes it can be a lifesaver." 
– Betty White

Monday

Live in Each Season As It Passes


 "Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth."
― Thoreau

White-throated Sparrow 

Print Available - HERE 

Sunday

Birds of Autumn - White-throated Sparrow

"He who thanks but with the lips
Thanks but in part;
The full, the true Thanksgiving
Comes from the heart."
~ J.A. Shedd

Print Available - HERE

Tuesday

White-throated Sparrow Surrounded by Autumn


"Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of it's own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle." 
~ Paulo Coelho

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Wild Birds of Winter - White-throated Sparrow



"Never let a problem to be solved become more important than the person to be loved." 
 ~ Barbara Johnson

Print Available - HERE 

Thursday

Wednesday

Inside The Burning Bush

White-throated Sparrow in the "Burning Bush"

"In the garden of my life 
I'm done with anger, done with strife. 
 I cultivate my own few joys
 far from this culture's buzzing noise. 

 Colonnade and marketplace, 
fame's small change and money's race, 
academe's cold haughty tower -- 
have no meaning, hold no power. 

 Letting go of shoulds and oughts, 
I concentrate on greener thoughts 
and find as I fulfill my soul 
that things spin calmly in control, 

that though events conspire still, 
they tend to bend towards my will. 
No greater cause achieves the measure 
than that of my own reasoned pleasure." 
- Peter Saint-Andre, In the Garden

Friday

White-throated Sparrow


Print Available - HERE 

"When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”
 ― Paulo Coelho

Thursday

Sunday

Songbirds - White-throated Sparrow


 This Art created from my original photograph with a textured background.

Print Available - HERE 

Thursday

White-throated Sparrow

We're so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy where we are. 
 — Bill Watterson

Enjoy where you are! 

Print Available - HERE 


Friday

Snow Birds Galore



Song Sparrow

         White-throated Sparrow                              Male Northern Cardinal         Carolina Wren

Mourning Dove


Snow was falling, so much like stars 
filling the dark trees 
that one could easily imagine
 its reason for being 
was nothing more than prettiness.
 ― Mary Oliver

More of my Birds in the Snow - HERE 

Tuesday

Where The Joy Is


Live. Right this minute. 
That's where the joy is at.
~ Abigail Thomas


Print Available - HERE 


 

Monday

Sparrow In the Snow


Gentleness towards self and others makes life a little lighter.
~ Deborah Day

~
Sparrow in the snow
I know your feet are very cold
Little boots required
~

Thursday

Enchanted


Let yourself be enchanted in small ways.
~ Guy Kawasaki

White-throated sparrow - sheltered from a snowstorm 

Tuesday

White-throated Sparrow Surrounded By Berries


He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, 
but rejoices for those which he has.
~ Epictetus

More Sparrows Found HERE 

Wednesday

I Am Rich with Autumn's Gold



I am rich today with autumn's gold,
All that my covetous hands can hold;
Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod,
A goldfinch on a milkweed pod,
Huge golden pumpkins in the field
With heaps of corn from a bounteous yield,
Golden apples heavy on the trees
Rivaling those of Hesperides,
Golden rays of balmy sunshine spread
Over all like butter on warm bread;
And the harvest moon will this night unfold
The streams running full of molten gold.
Oh, who could find a dearth of bliss
With autumn glory such as this!
- Gladys Harp

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