The Words We Leave Behind

Yesterday I retrieved a new voicemail from my phone.  Because I'm one of those people who often saves voice messages, and because the 21 day time limit had elapsed, it was necessary to cycle thru all saved messages to get the new one. Normally, without listening, I just press 9 to save and move on.  For some reason, I listened to each one. …

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Fog and Light and my crabby, morning self

I like fog. Maybe because I grew up on the Pacific coast, is why.  Rain assaults you, but fog wraps around like a protective layer... it comforts me... it calms me... it reactivates my hair product. I also like to photograph fog.  As you might imagine, some shots aren't too exciting.  But several mornings ago I got a good …

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23,376 Days

There’s an old shed on our property that needs to come down… ever since we lived there actually... which is about 8,694 days.  But like many things, it was put on the back burner.  It was too cold outside, too rainy, too hot, too much stuff stored inside and what would we do with it all anyway? But …

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Beautiful Imperfection

Who can find a virtuous and capable wife? She is worth more than precious rubies. Her husband can trust her, and she will greatly enrich his life.... She finds wool and flax and busily spins it... She gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast for her household and plan the day's work... She is energetic …

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Finding Peace… Kentucky Style

I left my back porch twelve days ago.  Have been home for two. It takes a couple days to clear the mental cobwebs and settle back into routine.  I could barely keep my eyes open yesterday.  But I did. There were mountains of laundry to do... and groceries to buy... and messages to return. Thru each day …

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How I Can Look Like A Rusty Tractor

The man has a knack for spotting old things stuck in the bushes… along a road… in someone’s driveway… out in the middle of no-where. He catches a glimpse... of a headlight, a tail light amongst the branches, a rusty fender… and more often than not it ends up in our yard. Last weekend’s acquisition is …

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The Last Someday ~ A Memorial

I've been thinking a lot about that villanous word - Someday... ... about how I let it rob me and what I am going to do about it. ... about my parents as they face major change.  As Mom said the other day, "he just thought this would never end". I imagine these soldiers thought …

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