Monday, November 9, 2009

I was on my way out the front door, when...

Autumn ran right over me. I’m always amazed at the way autumn seems to come along.

Spring starts out with birds returning and bare branches slowly becoming green. But autumn just drops in.

One morning you wake up and there’s a nip in the air. Days get shorter and shadows seem longer as you notice a crunching under foot. And memories keep you company as you walk along in the chill. Enjoy.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Gone Lookin'

I'm getting away this weekend ~ going out to see something else. It’s been a while and sometimes you just have to take your eyes to places they’ve never been. Our eyes are funny that way. They get quite attached to falling on known things. So wish me luck in seeing something new that my camera can bring back and share, like these!

A good weekend to all and happy discovering!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Somewhere in the Middle…

When was the last time you took a train ride? Taking photos in motion can be fun. :-)

Train rides across the USA can be challenging ~ this is one really impressive piece of Real Estate, from one side to the other!

In fact there’s so much of it that after a while, when you look back, it’s all about being

somewhere in the middle!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

A Bird Sanctuary ...

So many birds need a good sanctuary these days. Is there one near you? If not, why not? Large or small we need them all. Let's hear it for places where birds can rest in peace.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Remembrance ~

Each year I think of those who’ve left us and gone on. I hold them in my thoughts and visit when I can.

I go out of respect and because I feel a certain comfort quietly walking through the lovingly placed stones. And if the cemetery is old enough I often learn a bit of the history that surrounds it.

All carved stones share their stories with us, Here two sisters were buried within a year and a half of each other, one not quite grown and the other so young life had hardly started. They died just after the First World War ~ did the Pandemic take them?

In another cemetery, score after score of stones ~ all young men and women. All never to grow old, lost in the span of so many wars.

Some graves are well remembered, others hardly kept. All are waiting ~ so still.

Back before the turn of the previous century there was a practice of planting roses near the stones. It was a good practice, done out of love and respect. Perhaps we should restore it once more. So that we never forget to remember.