for Istanbul Turkey


John Donne
Meditation 17
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions

“No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee….”

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this really is the last of the tulips 🙂




“We can learn so much from nature by simply observing how it works through a flower.  The flower knows it is part of nature, we have forgotten that.”  –Thomas Sterner

Quote found at Goodreads

have a peaceful Thursday


backyard spring…

weeds, et cetera


What then is a weed?  According to Wikipedia it’s a ‘plant considered undesirable in a particular situation. “a plant in the wrong place”‘


Except in my backyard where weeds, mushrooms (fungi) and some kind of strange grass seem to thrive.  Perhaps because my backyard has become a rather large compost bin, where oak leaves, dead oak twigs and various and sundry other, once living, things disappear back into the soil.  What’s it called…


… decomposition and decay and out of it can come intriguing communities of fungi…like these tiny mushrooms.

all the above happening in my backyard…today…weeds, et cetera!


“What is a weed?  A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.”

 –Ralph Waldo Emerson

stark against the sky…

gray arms reaching out

for life, too late

time has rung the death knell

and decay has long since begun

~TLCrossett 2016


photo taken at Eagle Lake Park, Pinellas County, Florida


then edited within an inch of it’s life, so it could appear here 🙂

identifying with this tree is easy for me, as I live within this aging body of mine, watching as the bloom is off the rose 🙂

~peace to one and all~

© Out Of My Mind Images 2016


In Memoriam


I was thirteen when (my very first niece) Laura was born prematurely.  And died.  At the time her condition was called hyaline membrane disease, today it’s called Respiratory Distress Syndrome.

If she had lived, this coming winter, she would have been 60 years old.

 I miss her even though I never knew her.

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© Out Of My Mind Images 2015

moody person that I am…

I’m down today…washed, wrung,


and hung out to dry in the clouds


I’d been thinking about recycling (as in shredding) some (as in most) of the pages in my notebooks of OOMMIs and today I’ve done it.  Picked out the ones I love best and I’m letting the rest go.  A lot of them have been scanned so it’s not like they’re lost forever…well not unless my current computer dies or my portable hard drive won’t give me access.  You see the mood I’m in…so as I wallow in my sadness…the up side is that I’m making a scrapbook of the saved pages to brighten my life in the years to come.

Another thing I’ve done is to sell my BIG digital camera to my son, so I’m back to using my 2 compact Point and Shoot cameras.  And thankful I am that I have them.

Time to lighten my load (stuff accumulated), thrift stores love to see me coming.

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Joseph Anthony Stefko who left this life way to soon

“Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.”  Dylan Thomas