One year with Piper ♥

March 7, 2016 (067/366)

"Happiness is a warm puppy." ~ Charles M. Schulz

On March 7, 2015, Piper chose us to be her family. It has been a year of firsts, of laughter and tears, of growing and learning -- for both Piper and her parents. A year ago, our house may have been cleaner and we may have had more money and freedom, but we were missing the love that only this precious puppy could provide. We're so happy that she's our girl!

Great Expectations

March 6, 2016 (066/366)

"It was one of those March days when the sun shines warm and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." - Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Dare I predict that spring may truly be on its way?  The forecast predicts at least 50º for the next two weeks!

Center

March 5, 2016 (065/366)

"Art is not an ornament or refinement at the fringes of human intelligence, It's at the center, at the core." - Robert Pinsky

Sunrise through a frosty windshield

March 4, 2016 (064/366)

It has been said that the biggest cliché in photography is sunrise and sunset, but this one offers a slightly new perspective.  I was drawn to the lone snowflake that came along for the ride. (I-94 East of Delafield, 6:30 am).  [Disclaimer: I wasn't driving when I took this photo!]

Écriture | Handwriting

March 3, 2016 (063/366)

« L'écriture est la peinture de la voix. » - Voltaire

The moment I opened this lovely note, I could hear the voices of my dear friends in Provence. The gifts inside the package were very nice, but it was the card -- the words and the distinctly French penmanship -- that spoke to my heart. Sandrine and I have been friends since 1999, and even after marriages and children (hers being human, mine being canine), we still exchange gifts for Christmas and birthdays. Regrettably, this year, I took the easy way out and sent gifts to Sandy and her family via Amazon.fr. The packages arrived promptly and I didn't have to bother with shipping costs or customs forms; yet I also denied my friends the pleasure of hearing my voice in a handwritten letter. Sure, it's the thought that counts, but given my delight in their sweet words today, I'll remember next year that words written by my own hand add so much more value.