Spring Break at South Padre Island in Texas. The pictures tell the story!
I’ve always been a reluctant portrait photographer, especially where street photography is concerned. Yes, over the years I’ve had to learn to pull out the extrovert in me in many social situations but at heart I’m very much the introvert and am often too shy to ask permission to capture a stranger’s likeness. Unless I have a particular connection to the subjects I very seldom include the faces in the crowds.
Perhaps that explains my obsession with empty chairs.
I like to think that the viewer is more likely to insert themselves in these scenes when actual people don’t populate them.
I did, however, capture these photographs of a family enjoying a beach in Topsail, North Carolina in November. Their relative anonymity also makes it easy to “insert yourself” into the scene.
In my own life, there’s nothing sweeter than my grandchildren.
And I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. I fell in love with my husband all over again when he became Grandpa Lolo.
What a wonderful thing it is, to know someone in one context and then see them in a totally different role.
Last week I spent time with a man who I know as a priest, a military officer and a friend but I’ve never seen him with his family.
This title of this blog post makes me smile. My father, ever the master punster, would heartily approve. I’m sure he’s grinning from his eternal resting place.
I visited a sheep ranch in South Dakota yesterday and if there ever was a more enjoyable interpretation of variation, I’m not sure what it would be!
These faces! They just couldn’t be any cuter, each animal full of it’s own personality, and each one a variation on the theme.
For several years I’ve had a friend trying to convince me to go on a silent retreat and so far I’ve managed to always find a reason to decline.
I’m just not good at that silence thing.
I seldom exist in it. When I’m home alone I have the television on in the morning, music the rest of the day. When I’m walking I’m saying my daily prayers or listening to NPR or classical music and if I don’t have that going in my ears, then frankly, I’m “taking” to myself….that voice in my head that keeps a running dialog with myself about what needs to be done at home, what’s going on with my family and friends….you know, that voice that’s always trying to solve the world’s problems.
Even in church….one would think I could appreciate the silence, but at mass I’m singing and listening to the readers and priest speak in addition to all that talking to God that’s going on in my head.
Honestly, most of the time there exists a cacophony in my head.
However, last August I visited an amazing place in South Dakota that’s all about silence. This sign greets you at the entrance to Pathways Spiritual Sanctuary:
If ever there was a place where I would welcome and perhaps find true silence, this would be a good place to start.
It might be a while before I’m ready for that retreat though…..