Last weekend we made the familiar 10 hour drive south. Since my husband and I wouldn't see my uncle until the next day and there were no motel rooms available anyway, we drove the extra hour into San Francisco. That choice gave us dinner at a favorite restaurant, and an unseasonably affordable, beautiful hotel room …
Some days the ground must feel like sand or mud or sludge to you. Your feet shuffle and stumble and stub up against things. Some days you ask me if you need permission to go outside, or if there's a sign-out list, or who it is you need to pay for breakfast. I know you rarely remember, but you used to take …
It's hard to escape symbols lately. They are thrust in your face every time the TV news comes on. And as we all know, symbols can get a body worked up. And cause frustration. And misunderstanding. And turn one against another. So I've been looking for symbols that are life-giving. Not life sapping. Because I am a little sapped. Which does not …
Weekly Photo Challenge ~ Motion My first view of daylight always holds our flag. The rain and wind do their thing. So does the flag. Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song. Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound …
Man's angles... ... softened by God's Grace WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge
Most every day starts in the very same room... at the very same window... sipping coffee from the very same mug. And it's always early because I don't want to miss a moment... not one moment as the sky lights up before me. Some mornings, like this one, there's no choice but to throw on coat over pajamas and head out …
I wish I could capture the day beginning... the sky opening... what I see on my early riser mornings with first cup of coffee. But that would take a different kind of photography, way beyond my skill level. Plus, I'd have to get dressed and go outside! A close second to that wish is a day captured last …
My son, Ian, under the wing of the plane he takes care of... like a baby... he loves it... he really, really loves it.. Can mice get into a car? Thought I heard scratching sounds on the way home from the post office... sending the husband in to do a "mouse-sweep"! And in honor of …
Outside, I walk and breathe… fresh air… a little quiet. Sometimes I sit in my car... it’s the one thing here with my name on it and “I can sit here if I want to”, my bratty self says. Inside, we are prisoners... she of her mind... me of her space... ... both of her …
A photo taken from above... I can never pick just one... .... where the Klondike and Yukon Rivers meet at Dawson City ~~~~~ .... where grown-up sons play at the beach ~~~~~ .... and "Wheel Barrow Boy" WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge
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