tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67060664452109946062011-07-30T22:42:44.549-07:00Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10077567881197751329noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706066445210994606.post-10668237326252178462009-07-09T07:38:00.000-07:002009-07-09T07:43:01.945-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SlYBpKe_MUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EVslJMgiX3M/s1600-h/biltmorePlants.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SlYBpKe_MUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EVslJMgiX3M/s400/biltmorePlants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356470613504373058" /></a><br /><br />In this moment, nature shines.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706066445210994606-1066823732625217846?l=littlelinaslovelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10077567881197751329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706066445210994606.post-58050634213674663322009-05-28T13:00:00.000-07:002009-05-28T13:09:12.733-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/Sh7vAGHRnPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MzKzkQEuahA/s1600-h/lovelyMoments_Oliver.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/Sh7vAGHRnPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MzKzkQEuahA/s400/lovelyMoments_Oliver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340968993028152562" /></a><br /><br />I'm sharing my moments now.<br />I have a new newphew, Oliver. I've created this Little Lovely Moments plaque for his parents. It's hand carved and display's the baby's first picture and his info.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706066445210994606-5805063421367466332?l=littlelinaslovelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10077567881197751329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706066445210994606.post-48461823586892135042009-03-05T14:57:00.000-08:002009-03-05T15:05:18.074-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SbBZQTJGJKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wx16b3KA2JI/s1600-h/woodenFlower_72.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SbBZQTJGJKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wx16b3KA2JI/s400/woodenFlower_72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309842097221018786" /></a><br />Went looking round for signs of spring.<br />Found a pine-cone imitating a flower,<br />and became obsessed with it.<br />My sign of spring is a dead, wooden flower,<br />but I found the beauty in him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706066445210994606-4846182358689213504?l=littlelinaslovelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10077567881197751329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706066445210994606.post-55549554128588411552009-01-19T14:10:00.000-08:002009-01-19T14:15:37.874-08:00<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3533/3210336620_be274e8c17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3533/3210336620_be274e8c17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Pretty as a picture, this row of pines. Just after I took this I looked over to see the fox that Grover used to chase roaming around, probably looking for his old buddy so they could play in the snow.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706066445210994606-5554955412858841155?l=littlelinaslovelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10077567881197751329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706066445210994606.post-251763570300510872009-01-13T08:57:00.000-08:002009-01-13T09:03:29.121-08:00I looked out the window this morning and the sun was shining through a cloud that surrounded my home. As I walked down to the pasture the light was beautiful, the frost was glimmering. The whole pasture was glowing with a peaceful light.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SWzJMYIJQcI/AAAAAAAAADM/GPsc3W0JDc0/s1600-h/winterFrost.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SWzJMYIJQcI/AAAAAAAAADM/GPsc3W0JDc0/s400/winterFrost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290824876725715394" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706066445210994606-25176357030051087?l=littlelinaslovelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10077567881197751329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706066445210994606.post-8456050980873076332008-11-28T15:00:00.000-08:002008-12-01T08:42:20.684-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/STQR1rJyBTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/r1je6uSWdqs/s1600-h/Grover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274860677372183858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/STQR1rJyBTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/r1je6uSWdqs/s400/Grover.jpg" border="0" /></a>You will be missed every time I pull into the driveway, and every night when the foxes call.<br /><p>Walk hard little buddy.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706066445210994606-845605098087307633?l=littlelinaslovelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10077567881197751329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706066445210994606.post-10611720560865360552008-11-15T14:39:00.000-08:002008-11-15T14:53:25.726-08:00<p align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SR9SKQ--4-I/AAAAAAAAACA/jsfD2dFNivY/s1600-h/promoBox1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269020425358074850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SR9SKQ--4-I/AAAAAAAAACA/jsfD2dFNivY/s400/promoBox1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SR9SgiZIvnI/AAAAAAAAACI/DGpZfr0r_6o/s1600-h/promoBox2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269020807988297330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SR9SgiZIvnI/AAAAAAAAACI/DGpZfr0r_6o/s400/promoBox2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This moment I am sharing completion. The satisfaction of a job well done. The moment when you realize your hard work and dedication is worth it. The time when you say to yourself, this is a good thing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706066445210994606-1061172056086536055?l=littlelinaslovelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10077567881197751329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706066445210994606.post-86432258854580476942008-11-12T10:41:00.000-08:002008-11-12T10:45:40.007-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SRsjlZbTw0I/AAAAAAAAABo/9PYlvUOIB3M/s1600-h/parrottsvilleRain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267843314527486786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SRsjlZbTw0I/AAAAAAAAABo/9PYlvUOIB3M/s400/parrottsvilleRain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>While driving today, I stopped to take this photo. The Great Smokey Mountains are sleeping below that blanket of clouds.</p><p>This was taken on a quiet little road named Appleseed, off of 321 in East Tennessee.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706066445210994606-8643225885458047694?l=littlelinaslovelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10077567881197751329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706066445210994606.post-7654771013423165362008-11-07T12:46:00.000-08:002008-11-07T14:21:54.459-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SRS249yQvvI/AAAAAAAAABA/_O9jK8dvqfI/s1600-h/ps_ginkoGlory.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266034954077257458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWrv8oDRvdQ/SRS249yQvvI/AAAAAAAAABA/_O9jK8dvqfI/s400/ps_ginkoGlory.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have another blog, it's a wonderful little site, http://www.littlelinaslovelies.com. I also have a flickr account. So why a blogspot you ask? I have many photos that I'd love to share, and where my blog is important to me, so is sharing the other moments. The quiet moments captured with the click of my camera. Welcome to Little Lina's moments.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6706066445210994606-765477101342316536?l=littlelinaslovelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Linahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10077567881197751329noreply@blogger.com3