Saturday, February 8, 2014

Life, in small bites, is good (6WS)





12 comments:

  1. Absolutely...no biting off more than you can chew!

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  2. I get to soar less and less frequently of late.

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  3. Small bites so we can handle them one at a time. I totally agree.

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  4. I take it that you're not greedy :)
    There are always downs with the ups, aren't there? Glad you're making the best of the good times.

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  5. I agree, but as for that lovely (is it an eagle?) or a hawk, must look again, in any case, little wee ones on the ground beware of his bite! Yikes.

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  6. i know, Ron.. I know. I wish I could loan you some spare wings.

    Sometimes it takes a month or two of complications to make you appreciate the simplicity of just falling asleep on the first go, and watching the cats play, or the snow drift down. Easy stuff. No pressure. Im sure there will be more downs (it's that kind of year) but i think of this as the interlude between acts.
    deeeeeeep breaths. Ommmmmmmmmmm

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  7. Karen, thats a red tailed hawk, as near as I can tell. Not that big and they rarely take children. But the sense of freedom is so marvelous in this photo...

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  8. You are right, M. We should not bite off more than we can chew. Mrs. Jim tells me a lot to take smaller bites. Sound familiar?

    I had a 'friend', a heron who sat on the bridge waiting for his fish. Just the right sized fish I would say:
    The Friend I Miss
    ..

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  9. Agree. I've taken some big bites lately and choked a bit. Good reminder as I start a new project. Thanks for playing 6WS!

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  10. Yep, thats what I do. I concentrate on the little things like world peace, atomic warfare, global warning, and American politics. LOL

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  11. I've just seen a similar picture on an old episode of The Waltons. Magnificent creatures! (The birds; not The Waltons) :)

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  12. I happened to come around the corner of the house, happened to have my camera (which I am having surgically attached next week) with me; looked up at the Sound, and there it was, soaring very very fast. One chance, and it was gone.

    Even knowing that winged flight is not all it's cracked up to be, this is still a symbol to me of joy in flight. Always. And i think, how can anyone NOT take pleasure from this sort of thing...

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