Sunday, February 5, 2012

Good Thoughts to Live By #5 & Ogden Valley Winter Photos--Stringtown Road

" . . . whoso putteth his trust in the Lord shall be safe."  Proverbs 29:25 & Alma 61:13
Does this look like an axe that just chopped the moon in half on top of the Logan Temple?
A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry and see a picture every day of his life, in order that worldly care may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful.
  -Goethe
Where but in the West will you see such an elaborate mail box?  This is located a few houses  down the road from our house.
Knowing is not enough; we must apply.  Willing is not enough; we must do.
  -Goethe

The end is nothing; the road is all.
  -Willa Cather
A road down the street from our house
Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but rather a manner of traveling.
  -Tennessee Williams

Success is a journey, not a destination.
  -Ben Sweetland

The Love Diet:  Take three love meals, three snacks, three minutes each (at least) of:
Attention 
Appreciate
Affection
Flowers in the window of an old home up a ways and across the street from our house
In the long run, the pessimist may be proved right, but the optimist has a better time on the trip.
  -David L. Deardon
You can look through this old, beat up gate and see the beauty beyond.  Actually, the beauty of the gate  is right there in front of us.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.
   -Mother Theresa


It is the greatest of all mistakes to do nothing because you can only do a little.  Do what you can.
  -Sydney Smith
Well, considering that last quote, I can take photos today, but I can't mow the lawn 
The most revolutionary act one can commit in our world is to be happy.
  -Hunter “Patch” Adams


There’s no place like hope.
  -Kobi Yamada
At the end of our dead end street is a place where the ice fishermen park and walk down to the reservoir.  They hope the boards will help them across the thin ice on the shore and take them to a more secure place to take their equipment out to fish.
Here you can see an ice fisherman's hut out on the ice.  I could also hear the ice groaning.  It is an eerie sound.
What you want to be eventually, you must be every day.  With practice, the quality of your deeds gets down to your soul.
  -Frank Crane
Who lived in this old place once upon a time?  Did he, she, or they have the same dreams and hopes we have today?  I suppose if those who lived here wanted to be farmers, they had to farm--every day.

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