Night Sounds

Half past midnight
Thunder has rolled through
Rain bounces on pavement
The cold front is passing
Warmth under down
Teddy soon will hop up

The grass is being refreshed
Perennials absorb the water
The rising creek
Rushing waters
Heading to the wetlands
Soon to reach the Lake

The flash of light
The roll of thunder
Droplets bouncing

Lying in the dark
Smelling fresh rain
Hearing the sounds
Seeking renewal.

Time for sleep

Dawn Sounds

4:30 AM the window is open ... 

The birds are singing .... 

5:30 AM  I still hear them ... 

It is a new day they say ... 

I am alive ... 

Marking their territory at the changing light ...

Their sounds travel in the still air ... 

Let the day begin

Another day ... 

Life continues

Thanks be to God

Just as the lights of twilight speak to me

The morning chorus marks a new day

Thanks be to God for the sense of sight

Thanks be to God for the sense of hearing

Whew Friday

That is all I can muster ...
Am looking forward to a return of the muse and photographer.
Hopefully next week


What do you do when you lose your way?

Thank Goodness

Folks are stretched thin ... 

Folks are grumpy ... 

When will it end.

Glad there are only four work days this week.

How about you?

When Tuesday Feels Like Monday

The good news ... is that Friday will feel like Thursday ... and then there are two days off!

The Best Day Ever

"Today was the best day ever."
"We got to play croquet ... swing on a tire ... and look inside the secret chest!" "Wow this is great!"
"Thank you Debbie"

The warmth, love, and sheer genuineness of young children. You see my two good buddies came over for a few hours yesterday. While they played and I putzed around the house trying to clean and sort the garage (an ongoing project).



They saw a trunk on a shelf ... "What's in the steamer trunk, Debbie?" they queried. Gee I don't know ... "Can we look, can we look?" Heck, I wasn't sure so we took it down and I told them it was mormor's (my grandmothers) ... that she brought all of her worldly possessions from Sweden to America in it 90 years ago. "See, those were her initials: F J. I bet she wrote them herself."

With anticipation only a young child can muster up we opened it ... low and behold ... there were treasures in it. A book filled with cards from a baby shower that was given when my mother was pregnant with me. Birthday cards given to me when I was their age. About 30 of my mother's handkerchiefs. Cards my mother gave to her mother. A photo album of relatives and old Life magazines ... one from when President Kennedy was assassinated and another from when Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. the USA Today from 9/12/01 and 9/13/01. I guess it was a secret treasure chest!

So the steamer trunk has moved inside the house and has taken a place of honor in the living room.

Yes .... it was the best day ever ...
Until the next best day ever ...

Make today the best day ever!

Struggling

Every once in a while I feel as though I have it together. Then there are those days that I can only say "what was I thinking of?" Nothing every really comes naturally ... everything is a learning process. Writing? I am envious of those who seem to simply be able to sit down and in a few short minutes craft a reflection on the morning light. I watch photographers wander a wedding scene and suddenly an album of perfect smiles, lighting, positioning and emotions captured. Maybe if I had a different lens ... or better lighting?

It is that journey of learning ... two steps forward ... feeling success ... then trying something new ... and slipping back.

Wait. I get it ... it is like the developmental process of learning the English language. To make a verb into past tense you just need to add "ed" to most words (walked, talked, watched). So a young child practices ... and suddenly they say eated (ate), goed (went), singed (sang).

I think photography is as complicated as the English language.

So today ... no picture.
Just a simple person trying to figure out how to capture the image with the camera.