But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling, like dew, upon a thought produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions think and smile.
Art is everywhere, except it has to pass through a creative mind.
I hold it true that thoughts are things; They're endowed with bodies, breath and wings:
And that we send them forth to fill the world with good results, or ill.
That which we call our secret thought speeds forth to earth's remotest spot, leaving it's blessings or it's woes like tracks behind it as it goes.
We build our future, thought by thought for good or for ill, yet know it not.
Yet so the universe was wrought .
Thought is another name for fate.
Choose then thy destiny and wait, for Love brings Love and Hate brings Hate. - Henry Van Dyke.
It does have a dreamy, magical feel to it. There is no time more magical, than when snowflakes are just floating gently down, the stillnes of the air ... this scene was "Plastered" with a little more force.
truly this is very very wicked because i am dreaming of white sweating where i am and wishing for winter to come i love it so much more than i will ever love summer.....love the shot!!!