We rode on the winds of the rising storm,
We ran to the sounds of the thunder.
We danced among the lightning bolts,
and tore the world asunder.
― Robert Jordan, The Dragon Reborn
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this container of pansies on a lunchtime walk around downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.
― Rumi
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this flowering bush on a sunrise walk around my neighborhood. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
―B. Yeats
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this flowering bush outside of a restaurant in Midlothian, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
Below is the original photo used to create this image. This is a royalty-free image from Pixabay.
The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this container of pansies on a lunchtime walk around downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
―Maya Angelou
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this lovely and unusual flower in a small garden near my parking deck in downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes.
―Mae West
Below is the original photo used to create this image. A lovely summer sky, taken in a parking lot after shopping. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.
―Plutarch
Below is the original photo used to create this image. While taking a walk around Floyd, VA, my parents and I came across a farmers’ market and this fantastic flower box. It was Mom’s favorite, so Mom, these flower-box kaleidoscopes are for you! No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
You had better run from me. My words are fire.
― Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found these lovely and unusual flowers in a small garden near my parking deck in downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.
― Vincent van Gogh
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this flowering bush outside of a restaurant in Midlothian, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
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