Joanne - It's Little Things

Joanne - It's Little Things I’m Joanne an Artist, Photographer. It’s always the little things that make the biggest differences!

01/10/2026
Last night we took a night ride through the snowstorm. It was beautiful.
12/30/2025

Last night we took a night ride through the snowstorm. It was beautiful.

Watchin’ you, watchin’ me 🦃Me: Do you think we could catch one?Hubby: Absolutely not.
12/25/2025

Watchin’ you, watchin’ me 🦃
Me: Do you think we could catch one?
Hubby: Absolutely not.

The light that life brings.
12/19/2025

The light that life brings.

Winter coming in like a lion. First snow doesn’t ask permission — it arrives like a ruler claiming land.And yet, the lea...
11/27/2025

Winter coming in like a lion. First snow doesn’t ask permission — it arrives like a ruler claiming land.
And yet, the leaves stay.

Winter wonderland first of the season
11/23/2025

Winter wonderland first of the season

Oh but those colors! Only 18 more day to make the most out of this view before staking out new adventures.
11/13/2025

Oh but those colors! Only 18 more day to make the most out of this view before staking out new adventures.

The Path The earth softens underfoot,a hush between heartbeats.Old stories sink into the soil,whispering what must be re...
11/07/2025

The Path

The earth softens underfoot,
a hush between heartbeats.
Old stories sink into the soil,
whispering what must be released.
This is the turning—
where endings glow warm
and beginnings wait,
just beyond the bend.

The veil grows thin, and whispers tread,Between the living and the dead.The forest hums in rust and flame,Calling each s...
11/04/2025

The veil grows thin, and whispers tread,
Between the living and the dead.
The forest hums in rust and flame,
Calling each spirit by its name.

The air is smoke, the ground is gold,
The year turns wise, the night turns old.
Candles flicker—soft, aware,
Of unseen eyes that linger there.

We gather what the season yields,
The stories sown in shadowed fields.
Not loss, but turning—quiet, deep,
The earth exhales, the souls asleep.

So light your fire, your inner spark,
To guide you through this sacred dark.
For death’s not end, but passage true—
Each ending opens something new.

🍂The Story of Autumn 🍂 The forest exhales in crimson whispers,every leaf a goodbye,every breeze a promise to begin again...
10/15/2025

🍂The Story of Autumn 🍂
The forest exhales in crimson whispers,
every leaf a goodbye,
every breeze a promise to begin again.

The tree, not long until we move on.
09/24/2025

The tree, not long until we move on.

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