
Beautiful Oklahoma sunset tonight. It was spotty clouds all day. Love to watch the clouds spread and thin enough to let a little sun shine through!

Beautiful Oklahoma sunset tonight. It was spotty clouds all day. Love to watch the clouds spread and thin enough to let a little sun shine through!

The first time I laid eyes on her, my Alexanderia, I was taken by the orange tint of her hair. It wasn’t blonde though some said it was strawberry, to me it looked like a copper halo. I’m almost certain it was. When she started talking her first word was “mall” her second was “oranch.” That’s the way she said it. As she got older, she always picked things that were orange…so now you know why my favorite color is orange too. There is happiness in the color orange and a rich deep love that overflows. ♥️
P.S. This is one of the flowers she got me for Mother’s Day I keep taking photos of them. I love them so much ♥️

It’s hard to say how long I watched them
She, he, they flew overhead
I thought at first he was leading
But as I watched he slowed
And she, catching his stream, took the lead
This dance of unison grace
I wept…
It’s hard to know how long I stood there

I love to sit on the porch and watch Angel watch and listen to the sounds if the neighborhood. Tonight I’m trying a new Rose’ wine. It looks so pretty in the glass.
Sure bets a red solo cup! 😁

Life is beautiful 🌼💛

I ♥ Orange


I was broken…I’m not going to say I wasn’t…I was…I’m not anymore…however I am drawn to the broken ones…the flowers that maybe aren’t as bright and healthy like this little purple flower. She looked a little shy, maybe her stem wasn’t tall and strong like mine. I kinda like this little flower out of all the big bright flowers my girl gave me today! I’ve spent the afternoon photographing them and I ended up with this. I like being less shiny, less seen. I just like growing here! With you!~ღ~
I used to always try to capture the full moons, till I realized it’s always the same moon. I knew this growing up as a kid but having the tools to look closer I seemed to get lost in the chase…maybe. I used to race home to get my tripod, me and Angel would traipse through the field to get just the right shot. Then one day, I just got over it. I lost the urge to photograph every single full moon. I can’t say why for certain, only that one day I just stopped. Tonight I decided to do it again.
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