Saturday, February 1, 2014

All sorts of beautiful Saturday

So, we've all made it to February and that means . . . well, what does it mean? Where I live it means another month of winter at least. I choose to find joy in the simple things—things that keep me fully grounded. Things like . . . cats. And sunrises. And listening to Paul Simon at seven thirty in the morning. It's a good life. A beautiful life. Anyway, here are a few pictures of my beautiful life.









6 comments:

  1. I declare, it took me a while to find the cat under the face of the young girl --seventh photo down. I like pictures that measure themselves out to the observer and you have accomplished the technique admirably.

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  2. Love these pictures, Amy. Have a beautiful Sunday.

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  3. Taking joy in daily simple pleasures is the key to happiness.

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  4. You're a writer and a cat person! lol Who would have thought?

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