As the world turns . . .

{Galveston Bay sunrise, 6:26 A.M.}

Each morning as the dawn breaks

we all start with the same amount,

and it can be a challenge to manage it well.

It is a gift,

that some use wiser than others

because we simply take it for granted,

and are seldom thankful enough for it.

And although it unfolds right before our eyes,

it can not be seen or touched.

But even though we can't hold it in our hands,

the memories gathered from it can be held in our hearts.

Some always seem pressed for it,

but it requires some patience

as it can not be rushed.

We race against it, we run out of it,

and some try to buy, borrow and even kill it.

But it is a non-renewable resource

worth its weight in gold,

meant to be used in the present,

and can not be sold.

Its only requirement

is that we be here, now.

That we celebrate and not squander it,

and that we not wish it away on the future

to spite today.

Because once we waste it

it can't be turned around.

But make no mistake, it waits for no one.

It will go on without us, guaranteed, time after time. . .

- Kim

I made it to the bay this week twice to watch God paint with his many brushes. And to think that millions

of people world-wide are sleeping, unaware of the beauty, the artistry that goes on without them. When we first moved here to the gulf I thought people just had to be crazy to want to live so close to a body of water that can cause so much destruction during a hurricane season. But I have come to understand the pull it can have on you, the addiction to want more. There is something incredible about watching the sun rise, and it's not just the beauty of it, but the reminder that time does not stand still, that it waits for no man. So I'm sharing some pictures from the sunrise just yesterday morning and how time changes, and sometimes it is so subtle that unless we take the time of day, we don't even take notice.

6:33 A.M

6:34 A.M.

6:41 A.M.

6:56 A.M.

6:56 A.M. {photograph life, looking up at the sky}

7:06 A.M.

7:18 A.M.

This was later on in the afternoon . . .

{Textured with Pixel Dust Photo Art age it, and painterly}

And lastly my Flower Art Friday submission, using Kim Klassen's Oh My, and Red.

{shoot.edit.submit}

"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely

in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke,

thoroughly used up, worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow, what a ride!"

- Hunter S. Thompson

Time, it's that one thing we can't save, that must be used.

As the world turns we get 1440 minutes a day, how are you going to use yours?

Make it a great day!

Love, Kim

XO