Window view

I was deeply touched today by the words of a stranger, commenting on my SoFoBoMo book. I have tried to convey my emotions through photos and words, and if I have struck a chord in anyone's heart then I am glad for that.

There are no easy days, no carefree days. There are pieces of days when I manage to slip into a state-of-normal.

I wish... I wish...

Wishes should be reserved for out-of-this-world things... things that seem unattainable or inconceivable.

You wouldn't wish to be a kinder person, a better friend, a healthier you, because those are all within your reach. You can make them happen without the magic of a wish.

A new car, bigger house, better job? None require supernatural intervention.

Quickly, before the wind takes them all away!

Make a Wish!

I cannot see...

The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

~ from "The Places You'll Go, Dr. Seuss

Summer

The first day of summer... and before this season ends, I will travel thousands of miles. Adventures await and I am anxious to begin.

One is a destination I have visited several times, although never alone.

Paradise... alone... on my birthday... sigh.

It's all about touching that flame in order to get the worst behind us, I suppose.

The next destination is vast, beautiful and mysterious... somewhere I have never been. I have several photography books on South Africa, but now I will see it with my own eyes... and my camera. I am as excited as I am nervous. What will I see, hear and feel?

Ah, summer - bring it on!

LOOK3 - Festival of the Photograph

Spent the weekend immersed in the photography of others... extremely talented and successful others. As I did last year, I came away with the realization that I have to arrange my existing work into projects and think of all new work in terms of a cohesive "idea". The Photo-a-Day project consumes so much of my *focus* that I may have to abandon it at the end of this year. Ah well, we'll cross that bridge...

fragrance

tell me a story...

of gardenia blossoms, the fragrance sweet
reminding me of a tropical island
and days spent lying in the sun
and we were together.

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and finally

Laughter and carefree summer days.
But each of us senses the missing one... and imagines that we see him there, smiling.

As much as time passes and we go on... he is always in out hearts and minds.


NOTE: This is my final SoFoBoMo post. It turned out to be a most difficult process for me... examining My (Still) Life since the passing of my husband in December. Some days it was very painful, like reopening a wound that had just begun to heal...

the story of a day

The start of day
the demarcation between sleep and wake.
Tell me that this day will be good... that I will be strong
that I will know what to do and will have the courage to do it.






The moments of the day...
some are painted with a broad brush - wide, bold strokes;
others with fine detail - small and tentative,
yet every bit as crucial to the beauty of the painting.

in bloom, perhaps

Things bloom, either on their own... perseverance is key... or coaxed by a reluctant gardener. One who is much more familiar with the comfortable garden accessories than with dirt and plants and weeds. She misses you every day.

ordinary things

Taking care of the ordinary... the things that must be done. Car washes, paint for the new door and lunch. My (Still) Life moves on.

I thought I saw something move....

I realized this morning that my coping abilities have improved. Little things going wrong do not send me to tears or fits of frustration. It has been six months... and still feels unreal.


I'd just as soon not have to deal with any major catastrophies though,
thank you very much.