My sister texted this photograph to me yesterday. That’s her on her wedding day and me peering through the screen door. I think it got both of us thinking about the passage of time.
Which turned my thought to both buildings and people.
A foundation is poured, walls are built, fresh paint is applied.
In youth our skin is taut, supple and untouched by the years.
But time intervenes and both new buildings and our bodies become canvases painted by time. Continue Reading
I saw a lot of unusual things this past week in Montana but this sight along the Missouri River at sunset (the timing of said sunset, also being unusual at 10 p.m.) won the prize.
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Forty days is a very long time if you’re waiting for something. Forty days is forever if you’re in a hospital bed. Forty days is much too long if you are a family waiting at home towards the end of a long deployment. Forty days and forty nights for Noah, on an ark with all those animals? An eternity!
But forty days are transient when it comes to blueberry season at Shuqualak Farms, a short window of time when the berries are ripe for picking at the start of a hot Louisiana summer.
The farm has been there for a very long time, an institution in Frierson, offering years of memories to local families, who return year after year to pick the berries and enjoy the complimentary and decadently delicious blueberry popsicle offered while the berries are being weighed and paid for. The farm itself is the opposite of transient but that window for picking….you have to be aware and go when the berries are optimal.
Yesterday did not disappoint.
Besides coming home with a full bag of delicious plump blueberries, this image presented itself towards the end of my visit. It’s what I enjoy the most about photography, finding that one fleeting, transient moment in the middle of all the others.
And that free blueberry popsicle….on their FB page someone asked what the secret ingredient was, that made them so amazing.
Their answer was “love.”
I’ve worn glasses since I was seven and feel as if most of my life has been a battle to keep the world in focus. As a result, although I appreciate other photographer’s out-of-focus images, I just can’t accept a lack of clarity in mine.
I don’t have as much of a problem with a background that isn’t clear, it’s a fuzzy foreground that presents an optical conundrum for me.
In the end, all three of my grandchildren are at my home this week, so THEY are my focus! And I must say, although they are capable of great concentration when they’re doing something they enjoy, it’s often hard to get them to sit still long enough to focus a camera on them. That, however, doesn’t stop me from trying. And really, doesn’t motion in a picture of kids simply prove they’re doing what kids do best?
Hoping your week is proving to be as fun as mine is. What I’ve discovered is that in the twenty-five years since I’ve had a three-year-old, I’d forgotten how deeply satisfying after nap snuggles are, especially when they occur during a thunderstorm.
No picture needed, either in, or out, of focus. The memory is revived.
I grew up surrounded by cousins. Jane was one of my best friends throughout grade school and high school and although our adult lives have separated us we’ll always have a bond that’s different than most because of that family dimension and the countless hours we spent together as our personalities took shape.
I love seeing my grandchildren having the same experience.
My life is in a rather safe place right now.
I’m thankful, feeling blessed, and always aware that things can change in a second.
As a result I don’t go looking for danger but I suppose there are always warning signs around us, keeping us aware and safe. I spied this one in Metarie, Louisiana this past weekend. It’s especially significant in an area that was once flooded by Katrina, a storm that dramatically changed the lives of so many.
The photo isn’t very artistic so I had fun this morning playing with a favorite app…Super Photo. Sometimes ya’ just gotta have fun and work with what you have.
Even when danger could be waiting nearby.
No wanderlust here these days.
After a nine month process of putting our home in Virginia on the market, selling it, moving, buying a house and unpacking, I’m finally finished with the process.
With views like this in my new home and with my favorite things and people around me (that’s my sister in the dining room, visiting from Wisconsin), I simply have no desire to go anywhere else.
For the moment anyway!