H2O Abstract

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There’s lots of change going on around here ~ the reason my posts are so sporadic ~ thus my mind drifts to the abstract, just as I move from one life abstract to another.

This is a lovely memory relived by the miracle of digital photography. Taken during a walk along the River Arno in Firenze on a beautiful late spring evening in 2014, ripples of coloured light dancing upon its reflective waters.

Reminds me that no matter how dark the recesses of our lives we can, like water, reflect the light and enjoy the unexpected and colourful abstract beauty it reveals.

We need only give it a chance.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

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©Dorothy Chiotti … All Rights Reserved 2016

Weekly Photo Challenge: H2O

The Magic Season

Weekly Photo Challenge: Seasons

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Watercolour

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This is my magic season.

The autumn of my life.

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Fence Sitting

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My glory years.

Vibrant.

Full of colour.

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Fruit of the Vine

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Fruitful.

A little wilted around the edges, perhaps, yet glorious.

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Looking for Sheep

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At peace with my past, and aware of life’s infinite possibilities, I manifest dreams.

Finally, I’m free to be myself.

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Maple Magic

Let the magic season unfold.

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Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti … All Rights Reserved 2016

Filters

Monochrome Madness 2-25

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Rose ~*~

These roses are not black and white.

I created a filter to be able see them differently.

Now they are more than roses. They are …

… veined petals kissed by light

… shadowed layers revealing hidden depths

… swirls of precious energy bound into beautiful blooms of life.

We view life through the filter we create based on our experiences ~ both good and bad.

Just because the filter is there does not mean it can’t be changed.

Such limitations we put on ourselves when we refuse to see life in a broader spectrum.

Opening our eyes to new possibilities opens our heart to new understanding.

Changing the filter once in a while allows room for us to be amazed.

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Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti 2015

Flying Change

Weekly Photo Challenge: Split-Second Story

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Dallard and Hershey

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As we all know the trajectory of a life can change in a split second. You might call it a flying change.

Yesterday I was watching my new friend Dallard and his horse, Hershey, have a lesson with our coach, Stefan.

In this precise moment they’d just executed a lovely flying lead change (when a horse switches canter leads in mid air, thus a “flying” change), while Stefan pointed them in the new direction.

The remarkable thing about this image is the backstory.

Dallard purchased Hershey, a half-Thoroughbred/half-Hanoverian gelding, in June 2005 for his wife, Karen, six months after her diagnosis of stage 4 lung cancer. She was not a smoker.

In his own words: “She competed him once at an RCRA (Royal Canadian Riding Academy) Ice Breaker to complete a bucket list item. She was absolutely thrilled. I was Hershey’s groom for those three and a half years and I fell in love with him.”

When Karen died on July 18, 2008, Dallard couldn’t bear to part with Hershey and so started to ride, even though he’d had no previous riding experience.

Dallard is 70 years young.

Hershey is an angel.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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Shout Outs

Wind Against Current

Travel Stained

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Which Way Now 101

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The Wreck at Dingle Harbour … Co. Kerry, Ireland

What is it about the derelict that fascinates us so?

Seeing the wreck of something that was once vital seems to toy endlessly with our imaginations. Is it, perhaps, because there is always the potential for us, if we aren’t careful, to reach such an untimely end?

Consider this boat, for instance. How many fishing trips did it make? Where did it sail? How old is it? Who captained it? How much joy, sorrow, triumph and failure did it witness? What led to its ultimate demise? And why is it adrift and abandoned in Dingle Harbour?

If I’d had more time during our visit to this beautiful sea town I might have asked these questions of someone familiar with the boat’s history.

As it is, this abandoned vessel serves as a morsel for my active imagination. As I know nothing of the ways of the sea, in my imagination that morsel, and my imaginings, will stay.

Perhaps one of the things this wreck serves to remind me is that we are none of us promised tomorrow. Our proverbial boats could go off course or be grounded at any time. So, I suggest we set our sails, tune our motors, and make every day an adventure worth remembering.

Be one with your sea, whatever that may be …

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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