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Struggling Artist

You know it's never a good sign when even writing is a chore for me. I woke up at 5:00 this morning, opened one of my book files, and attempted to write. The words were all jumbled up on the page. Thoughts were incoherent. It was too much of a struggle, so I gave up and crocheted 15 circles.

So I'm in a crummy mood, which is always a sign that I'm ignoring my soul, but nothing is working. I can't even go for the run I feel like I really need because I need new running shoes and the iPod battery is dead. :(

One of my newest projects is a photography journal. I forget where I read about it, but the idea is to take one picture each day that represents something significant about that day for you. I'm not sure I'll ever actually take one picture a day, but I'm attempting. I thought I'd post some recent pictures that made me giggle inside in the hopes that I will rekinder some of those feelings. This is the most artistic thing I can seem to do right now. (Otherwise, I'm just headed for a bed with a pillow over my head.)





This is an outdoor Christmas display I discovered on a little road in Valdosta, Georgia. I was in heaven looking at everything and admiring the spirit of it all. (11/25/06)


This snowman stood guard over the Valdosta display. I thought it was absolutely adorable.

I love roadside scenery! Southern Georgia is filled with pecan groves, and the trees are gorgeous...row after row of perfectly branched pecan trees. I think they're even beautiful when the leaves are gone. The silhouette of these trees is equally stunning.

Today's picture is my latest buttercup bloom. I bought this plant almost a year ago because I loved the colors of the flowers. The plant overgrew the pot, and I feared that it was dead. This morning, I took the dogs out and discovered new buds! A few hours later, the flowers appeared. I adore spontaneous flowers. (12/2/06)



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