Raindrops Keep Fallin'

We've been getting some rain lately. I guess we need it. Drought-wise, that is.


Certainly not psyche-wise. 


Psyche-wish, I need some sun. Soon.

I love those lyrics.

The blues they sent to meet me, won't defeat me. It won't be long 'til happiness steps up to greet me.

Cycles. Everything works in cycles. Some days are bluer than others but eventually happiness comes creeping back in, making us all sunny and bright. Until those blues show up again. You just have to wait it out. And when it happens to me, I remember something my MIL said to me, "Things always look better in the morning." And she's right.

I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'.

Nope. Complaining doesn't help at all. Something I've been trying to remember from a recent Bible study are three questions to ask myself before speaking. Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?

Sometimes it works and I keep silent. Sometimes it doesn't and my tongue gets the best of me. What can I say? I'm not perfect, just forgiven.

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun. And I said I didn't like the way he got things done, sleepin' on the job....

Heehee. Isn't that how it feels sometimes? Like the sun is taking a vacation, somewhere warm and tropical?

I'm going to be singing that song all day tomorrow. I'm singing it now, for Pete's sake. It's stuck in my head.

Totally in love with my 105mm lens.


The macro world is an alien world. Sometimes I feel like I'm in the middle of "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids" and keep finding stranger and more alien looking things to shoot.

Raindrops sure are pretty.


But so is sunshine.


I'm ready to shoot some sun flare.


Stop sleeping on the job, Mr. Sun. Time to wake up.