I have a lot of feelings about Fidel Castro’s death, but I’m trying to focus on making this day about hope. Hope for something good to come out of this situation. Hope for a better future. These are things that are not tied to one person, however horrible we may “know” them to be.
So we drink to change. We drink to hope. We drink to possibilities. We drink to my dad. He probably would have had a number of choice things to say. I’ll leave it at that 🙂
Anyway, we should should celebrate what this can mean.
I’m at Aleteia today sharing some more of these thoughts.
It’s a blustery day
A day for hot chocolate
and warm blankets
and naps —
for those you love.
A couple of months ago I was playing around with the settings on my camera, taking many photos of the full moon and playing with filters. I was moonstruck. I took several without filters for comparison purposes, and at the end of the experiment, disliked almost every shot and put up the equipment without giving it a second thought.
My life is a chaos when it comes to pictures. I have thousands upon thousands that are not archived well, even with all the years of discipline with the 35 mm to limit myself to 12 or 24 pictures. The switch to digital dispensed with the discipline, and now instead of a couple of dozen shots to purge, it’s in the hundreds. Needless to say, I never get around to purging.
Now my computer yells at me every time I boot it. I guess I’m out of room. This is me, not caring. I like my chaos.
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It seems I’m destined for a lot of travel this year. Who can complain about that? I wish I could say this last trip was to exotic and faraway places, but it wasn’t. Still, it took me away from home and my honey. I’m happy to be back.
Chores and some other things awaited me, so I didn’t feel like I had reached my down time at home. I even felt a little off, like Fall wasn’t quite right with this new scenery. I missed the Stone Mountain daisies that cover all the granite in Rockdale and DeKalb this time of year. Silly me, ruminating on somewhere else and not seeing the prettiful sights in front of me.
My errand to the post office fixed that mindset. The office closed from 12:00 to 1:00 for lunch, and it was 12:05. I had to get the package in the mail, so I hung around the area, exploring.
What a blessing!
Salt marshes have replaced the ubiquitous granite. No more Stone Mountain daisies — time to learn the names of the wildflowers here! No bluebirds, but pelicans are everywhere, and I even saw some ducks and geese. A lot of the winter migration goes through this area, so I better be on the lookout for some other delights.
This is the day which the LORD has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118: 24
We just got back from a lovely trip to Scotland, and while I have hundreds of pictures that might fit this week’s challenge, shine, I picked this one because of the lens flare.
When folks heard we were headed to the Orkney Islands and then Skye, we got some sympathetic looks, like, gee, hope the weather holds out. Boy, did it! We had such beautiful sunshine through the trip north that I just started to embrace the lens flares rather than try to work around it.
This picture is from one of my favorite days when we hiked up to see the Tomb of the Eagles. It was a glorious day best expressed with the warmth of the sun. I don’t think it ruined the picture at all. It certainly made the day.Read More