Been busy with the important stuff.
Back now.
Back on track for tomorrow. Have a blessed weekend.
She’s been asking for days and days. I decided this morning that it was going to be moved to the number one slot on my list.
1 hanky + 1 length rickrack = nice, little, girly head-kerchief.
Took a drive this evening and just started snapping from the hip, so to speak. The weather was so perfect. Humidity and temperature just at that point that you don’t feel as if there is any discernable air surrounding you. Not cold, not hot.
I could have stayed out forever.
And I saw someone air gliding. I have always wanted to be up there flying free like that.
Good night. Sleep well.
I haven’t really been carrying my camera around much lately. I don’t know what to call it. Burnout? Not really, because I’m not sure I have ever loved doing anything so much as I have loved learning to make photographs.
Maybe it’s stress, and a bunch seems to have descended upon us lately, that is making it hard to relax enough to enjoy the process. My very hard-working husband has been working an extra job lately to help make ends meet as he strategizes to take his own entrepreneurial endeavor to the next level. That means lots of hours here at home, within these four walls, getting to know one another again outside the realm of running crazy. If we want to go somewhere we have to take our bicycles. Which could very well make me crazy, but could just as well help me finally unplug.
Sometimes, it’s just so plain hard to relax.
When you begin to not be able to sleep and you spontaneously start weeping as you are mowing the lawn, it might be a sign you have been pushing too hard. Ya think?
So, in the next few days I will be rediscovering my camera and posting some pictures each day for a month. Won’t be saying much, just posting pics. I might call it “daily calm” or “unplugged” or something like that. Literally 30 days of Camera-cation. Ha. I made that up all on my own. Camera-cation. Kinda like a “vacation” with your “camera”. Get it?
Ok, sorry.
Just a daily view from my seat. Which I promise will not be one of a mower.
Psalm 3:5 :: “I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
I can’t seem to get the video embedded. But here is the link. Billy Collins’ poem seems to me to be an honest and funny view of the relationship between mothers and their children. *edited: I finally got the video embedded! Yay!*
Enjoy, and post a comment and let me know what you think.
I adore July 4th. I think it’s the colorful band uniforms and the jaunty nature of the parades that gets me. And, of course, what it all means.
I’m free.
Someone, somewhere in time, bought that for me and I am so grateful. More than I’ll ever be able to express. Both of my grandfathers were in the military, one was a fighter pilot in WWII, the other in the Navy. An uncle was in Vietnam and actually was a funny and endearing man, despite his continued struggle throughout the rest of his life with PTSD.
I had a cousin who fought with a tank division in the first Gulf war and a brother-in-law who briefly served with the Marines. Not to mention my other brother-in-law who is a defender of his local community as a dedicated police officer. My husband, who has never served in an official capacity, but who I know would die for me and our children if it was necessary. And, last but not least, my eight-year-old son who avidly comes to my defense when I’m being tickled. He is already exhibiting that manly ability to see when someone needs to be freed and protected. *grin*
I love that.
Yesterday our town had a parade and, despite the fact that it was pouring rain, people still came in droves like the die-hard, Midwest people they are. I loved it when some veterans strode by how people stood and saluted and cheered and had little tears in their eyes.
So, how about you? Who are your heroes? Post a comment…I would love to hear.
