The Journey of Thursday Morning

"Goodbye, My Love"

Thursday morning began around three a.m. when Sofia decided it was time for me to be awake. She walked across my head. She poked at me gently with her big, fluffy paw. She rubbed her chin on the under side of the bed... which doesn't sound irritating, but the sound seems to reverberate through the bed like nails on a blackboard. I refused to get out of bed until the usual five a.m. feeding time but there was little sleep being had for those two hours.

Later, at my desk, I decided to begin thinking about my 2014 calendar. I looked back at previous years for inspiration and perhaps re-using a few images. I came across the image above and fell for it all over again. That happens quite a lot... I have so many photos that I forget that I was as in love with a photo in 2006 as I am with some more recent images. 

At first, I thought that I had titled this "Last Dance", but when I found it on Pbase the title was "Goodbye, My Love". It seemed fitting for today as my uncle's funeral is this afternoon, in upstate New York.

Here is a photo of my aunt and uncle, taken when they were first married. 

UPDATE:

Jolted back to the present by spotting a coyote standing in my driveway.

Yesterday

I worked my way out of my funk. I reminded myself of all that I am grateful for; mostly my health.

But sadness isn't a choice. "Why are you sad?" I don't know.

"What would make you un-sad?" I don't know that either.

Recently, someone told me I was too sensitive. Their exact words: "You're too fkin sensitive"

I suppose I am guilty. But I think that is the artist in me. 

I would not (could not) choose to be insensitive. Or even less so. 

Do I sometimes fret over small things? Things that I cannot control?

Yes. And that, I must try to change.

There was sad news yesterday, though. One of my uncles passed away.  2013 has been full of sadness.

The Bluest Skies

Tell me a story...

Of blue skies and blue hearts.

Tell me how I can be sad when the day is so fine.

Tell me that tomorrow is another day,

and things can change overnight.

Then I will dream. I will dream.

Sunny Days

More sunshine & colored glass. I waited too late in the day to get the long shadow of yesterday's rooster, but I think that including more of the glass works too. I like the curves, colors, and the negative space. 

Sunny Days

Making good on my promise from the rainy days of August... it's sunny and so I made shadows. Or rather, this glass rooster did. 

I wish I could say I feel as sparkly, but I'm feeling blue. So, lacking inspiration and smiles, I may rely on the abundant sunshine for a few more days for photo ops.