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Thursday, January 17, 2008
Pastoral prayers
--steve buser
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Lily life is sweet on the river
--steve buser
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sun sitting
Alone with your thoughts and a gentle breeze that keeps bringing you back to the moment. The lake is whispering in staccato cadences -- white sounds that enclose you from the traffic far away. The sun has to use glitters on the waves to get your attention because the canopy of green above you won't let him intrude on your moment.
The thoughts flow and flow. Slowly you are becoming at peace with your cares.
As in a dream, you don't want to be aroused. "Let me just juggle my thoughts some more." The day will slowly melt. Time isn't what's important. Another day will come to take its place. But this time, this moment with your new peace, it can't be replaced or regained.
--steve buser
Friday, January 11, 2008
Colorful tunes
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Merry mountains

-steve buser
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Stark reminder
Well worth a stop off the I-10 in Orange for a visit.
--steve buser
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Texas to the max

It would have to have the colors of the Texas flag of course.
--steve buser
Monday, January 7, 2008
Papa 's present

He does his own shopping at the dollar store and it is a real pleasure to see what he picked out for each one in the family. Every one of his presents has a real connection to the person receiving it. For instance, guess why Papa got this?
You're way off. I am sure this is so I can find clues.
Not.
-- steve buser
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Previewing the game

--steve buser
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Maiden Texas
Elaborate costumes are everywhere at the Texas Renaissance Festival just outside Houston each spring. This young lady lives her dream as princess or maybe dutchess. That is what the festival is all about -- you are your dreams. You wake up in the 16th century. Remember those good ole days?
--steve buser
Friday, January 4, 2008
Slowly faded glory

Weather has done its best to wash and fade the color that the builder added to this wood on a house in New Orleans. But the color refuses to die. Hiding deep in the pores of the wood, it holds on to its originally, if faded purpose -- to make the house sparkle with color.
Glory fades quickly at first, and then stubbornly refuses to go away completely.
--steve buser .... Technorati tag: houses
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Fly in, fog in

A seagull comes flying in low to get a better look into the fog-dimmed water in the bay in Victoria on Vancouver Island. We took the ferry over from Seattle. Unfortunately, the weather on Victoria had not desire to be sunny that day. This was a disappointment, perhaps, but the fog always has a romantic element to it. It was generous to my lens, yielding up several interesting shots.
--steve buser
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