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.
Spent the morning in Pensacola to visit with a dear friend I haven’t seen in years. It was a delight to have lunch with her young family, and seen how the kids are growing! Precious!
Here’s a little game of mirror mirror in the puddles outside the restaurant.
I alluded to the fact of not quite explaining our move to the Gulf coast recently, yet I’ve posted picture after picture of some of the amazing views of our new life in Mobile. There’s a story, of course, and it kind of begins with my book, My Badass Book of Saints, which features St. Rose of Lima in one of the chapters, and ends with building a dream cottage on the water.
Or maybe, that’s where the story begins.
We’ve settled into a life of retirement, and although I always promised myself that when I retired I would sleep until noon, it’s impossible to sleep past 6:00 AM around here. First of all, the sun finds my eyes at just about 5:55 AM. It wakes me enough to clamp a pillow over my face, but I’m lucid enough to hear the Angelus bells ring at the little church nearby, so I’m out of luck. Or in luck. Or actually, blessed to be called to prayer. Ain’t no going back to sleep after that.
It’s a tough life. I highly recommend it.
The church is named St. Rose of Lima, and were it not for St. Rose, I’d still be teaching college, and we’d still be telling Otis to quit chasing squirrels. It happens that while on a weekend getaway to the area, we were looking for a church and picked St. Rose because, well, I’d just finished writing about her. My husband was looking for a church and when he saw the name he thought he’d surprise me.
Boy, did he surprise me. It turns out, there was a for sale sign in the area, and before we knew it, we were moving into this house he built in a year. There’s more, but I’m kind of holding onto that for a while.
In the meantime, I’m writing books instead of teaching college. And Otis? Well he gave up squirrels. Now he’s chasing pelicans.
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.
