"Her unquestionably favorite companion on all trips around her wise wild world. Always ready for the ride at no moment's notice, never complains, never tires. Senses her every mood, follows her every whim, savors her every folly, and discreetly shares in the reminiscences. Whoever said "Collect people, not things" was way off. Well, then again, her camera might be a thing, but that's just a technicality..." Dima Suki
Her beloved companion in beautiful DC tonight. About time
Fragments of memory, figments of imagination, or facets of reality? Are these posts of mine visions of a Lebanon that once existed but is no more, one that never existed before, or one that's still alive at the core?
I know there are generations of kids at this very moment confidently betting their truths will never change, who'll one day look back nostalgically and wonder the very same thing we are wondering today. Did they really live this dream or did they dream this life
She can't seem to be able to change herself. Always looking for the next challenge, while still immersed in the current one. May have been a good thing after all, as from the challenges have risen most of the opportunities, and through the opportunities has materialized a better and more fulfilled self.
She raises her glass to all the challenges and opportunities that lie ahead for her and smiles. Yep, always ready! #aphotoaday #blackandwhitephotograph #blackandwhitephotogr
A handful of broken dishes,
Discarded fabric scrap,
Some straw, some wire, some paper,
Sound very much like crap.
But a beautiful scene can unfold its folds,
And a magical story can soon be told,
When vision and passion are lovingly poured,
And some glue the whole thing holds. #aphotoaday #art #stories #mixedmediaart #mycreations #nostalgia #home #visionsofhome #yesteryears #simplepleasures #simplertimes #motivationalquotes #inspirationalquotes #quoteoftheday #writers
The child in me smiles and rejoices
at this sight from its yesteryears.
It retastes the flavors,
Rekindles the melodies,
The excitement for beloved treats.
"Kaak, kaak, kaak, kaakiyyeh," the old man used to scream.
We would drop everything,
And sprint up to him
And our smiles and faces would beam.
Sweet'n happy memories of childhood,
Wish time would roll back, wish it could.
The old man his goodies in the carriage would bring,
And the daily refrain once again h
A path to nowhere in particular,
That may not have been traveled before,
Where my eyes could wander,
my feet could roam free,
and my mind was free to be. 🎵🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶🎵 Content with myself,
Content with the world,
On this path to nowhere in particular.
Just simply at peace,
Which nothing could seize,
What a particularly beautiful feeling. 🎶🎶🎵🎶🎵🎵🎶 #aphotoaday #pathtonowhere #cherishedmemories #atpeace #nostalgia #home #visionsofhome #yesteryears #lifewelll
I recently sent this art piece of mine on its merry way without remembering to sign it. But, is signature strictly an autograph or is it something embedded in every cell, unmistakable to the discerning and honest eye? Turns out, more often than not, it is the latter... . ./ #aphotoaday #identity #mixedmediaart #mycreations #home #visionsofhome #nostalgia #simplepleasures #simplertimes #motivationalquotes #inspirationalquotes #quoteoftheday #writersofinstagram #goodreads #good
"What season am I?" she wondered.
"Am I Spring's youthful flirting,
Or Summer's free spirit?
Am I Fall's dreamy melancholy,
Or Winter's deep reflections?" .
"Which am I?" she pondered. "Am I one of those, none, or could it be... I'm all of them together, thriving side by side?" #aphotoaday #nature #texas #hillcountry #whoami #woman #seasons #ourbeautifulworld #lifewelllived #simplepleasures #simplertimes #motivationalquotes #inspirationalquotes #quoteoftheday #writersofi
This proud red kalanchoe has been my companion for over 30 years. I got it back in my very first apartment and moved it with me from home to home, from the little basket it came in, to the bigger terracota pot, the small patio bed, and presently my home's backyard. At every place I take it, it confidently settles its roots deep down the soil and shoots its brightest blooms up towards the stars, surviving the move and Mother Nature's frequent mood swings. Though it knows this