‘At Year’s End’
2020 has been a rocky path for the world alright.
But the end is in sight!
We hope for better times in 2021, as we do with every New Year. That is the optimism of the human spirit.
I wish those who have stopped by
Ebb Then Flood this year every happiness and success (however you may define those things) in 2021. I am hugely grateful for those who viewed, liked and commented on my images and musings, and who also inspired me with their creativity.
Peace, Andy L.
Markers – of the passing of time; and the rise and fall of tides; for the times we stood our ground and those in which we were just plain stuck…
We do well to mark those moments – if we don’t do it, maybe no one else will.
‘Can’t See The Wood For The Trees’
…sometimes we just need a little clarity…
‘Only One Angel’
“If you want to know what pulls me through
I have only one angel, …that one angel is you”
– Jimmy LaFave (Texan singer-songwriter) ‘Only One Angel’
This post, by the way, marks 1000 posts on
Ebb Then Flood – it is dedicated to my guardian angels – those who saved me, sustain me, and watch over me always – thank you.
‘R.I.P “Brown Dog” ‘
Pictured, a cross on a tree, beside a country road I walked along in the Hokianga this week.
Who, or what, “Brown Dog” was, I do not know.
But he, she, or it is remembered, and missed.
The identity of the one who is gone has been bugging me.
In posting this, I may not be rid of the uncertainty, but I may just get some peace…
…a tree fern with spreading fronds against the Northland sky, like flags unfurled…
‘For Money Can’t Buy Me Love’
Christmas decorations on a disused bank in a Northland town I passed through earlier in the week.
Money doesn’t change hands there anymore, but certainly rampant consumerism is running amok elsewhere at this time of year.
The scene reminded me of the words of the old song from the four wise men of Liverpool:
“I don’t care too much for money, for money can’t buy me love.”
I wish you love, and peace, today.
– Andy L.
…dawn will follow dusk, a phoenix will rise again…