Have a gentle Sunday

Butterflies have been visiting my butterfly bushes and tree like crazy. I’m sure my neighbors think I’m nuts with my camera chasing them 😂🦋💜

This Moon

I don’t think I’ll get over the moon Only because it holds me still In this timelessness waiting For relief and yet I still myself because even those that think they understand really don’t No one can know your sorrow till you sing the song of it to the solitary soul that waits to hear it. Maybe then I grow from it a shared camaraderie words not spoken but to this moon that holds me still. Still

Somewhere over this moon…

So much blackness but the moon light is what I focus on…maybe this is indicative of my life… We look for the light when darkness overcomes us. I think so it’s like that for me. Always looking for the slightest light in my darkest night of my soul times.

I’m over; the moon

I mostly like this shot, when I first saw the moon hit my horizon… below. I’m over; the moon because I’ve spent so much time trying to capture it. Do a moon search here in my blog…because I’m over it. Kinda till the next one 😄

Golden hour

Golden Hour transformations


I appreciate you…thank you for showing up here.

Next chapter for me

Next chapter for me MichelleMarie…I never planned another chapter however, sometimes in life we don’t get a choice and things happen that are out of our control. I do have a choice how I respond. I’m definitely spending more time with myself thinking what I want to do with the rest of my life.

Have a good morning beautiful kind of day

Have a good morning beautiful kind of day 🧡Enjoying my Oklahoma sky. Me and my dog and this great cup of coffee.

You make things beautiful

When I first started sharing my art and the heart things I built the entire scene. Tonight I was revisiting my art and I called it “tellmeaboutit.” I love mommas and babies. My entire blog and sharing has been about my baby girl and the lose if my Pa. It grew from this and I’m in a different place in my life now. Maybe sharing this art…healed me. I’ve always believed art is healing. Maybe it is.