There is never a wrong time to use a wood floor texture and these ones have come all the way from South America. While my friends on the trip looked very concerned with me as I snapped these photos, I did know exactly what I was doing. Download the zip and you will find several examples of classic, old-world floors at your fingertips.
At the end of our third day in Ecuador, we stopped at a village high up in the Chimborazo mountains. Across from the village was a wild field of Quinoa, blooming bright a proud. It was just too pretty not to take a photo.
This spring came seriously late. So late, in fact, that these lilies were only blooming in Ecuador. Still, it was glorious to find them growing wild at the mansions we visited. And the fact that it was Easter week only heightened the sense of magic.
I had the outstanding privilege to travel to Ecuador this Spring Break. And while in Riobamba we had one clear evening where Chimborazo was viewable. This shot was actually taken out my bathroom window from the Hotel Zeus.
I know its only February, but don't these bright and cheerful tulips make you want to run out and dig in the garden? I revel in their bright, summery colors and can't wait for them to return. Two wallpapers in this batch, as you see above.
Wandering around the forgotten section of an old building, I found a lonely turquoise chair, just staring at the wall. There was something lovely about its loneliness, with the cool winter sun shining in.
Yes, it is a teeny tiny white pumpkin; yes, its crystal glittered; yes, I did it on a whim because I wanted to. And yes, it has many friends just as glittered out. I LOVE pumpkins, I don't know why, but there is something about the vibrant colors and shapes that just make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Maybe I watched Cinderella too much as a child. For this shot, I was playing with the micro setting, challenging myself to get the fine details of the glitter and the stem of the pumpkin. It's a work in progress.
There is no season I love more than fall. The beautiful changing of the leaves, the frenzy of the animals before hibernation, the tiredness of the sky in the morning and evening: there is nothing like a fall day. This photo is one of thousands I've taken of the dying leaves around my yard. I love it because of all the veins and small holes in the leaves; it makes me think I could read the leaf's future in the palm of it's hand.
It was just like someone out of Winnie the Pooh - I blustery gray day outside. And while I took my short walk down the lane of my house, I came past I lone leaf, struggling against the wind. The leaf is wildly blurred in the photo, only slight details coming into focus, but that is much of this photo's charm for me. It feels like I captured the blustery wind.