What I see is my niece playing tea pots. What I think is, “I used to have hair like that. Golden and shiny and beautiful. (sigh) And now I don’t.” What I feel is old. What I hope is I’m not nearly as old as I’ll get.
The great thing
about getting older
is that you don’t lose all
the other ages you have been.
– Madeleine L’Engle
Yes, these are my niece’s feet; yes, they’re hanging over the balcony. BUT: my arm’s around her AND there is a metal railing across her chest. And no, she couldn’t have slipped underneath. Now that that’s out of the way… 🙂
I’m a Fall person. I love it! I love the cooler air and the changing colors of the leaves. There’s an excitement of returning tv shows, football and back to school (even though I don’t have a tv signal or kids). It’s a season of holidays, with the back to back of Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Fall is just great!
I’m just not feeling it this year. It’s all going by so fast, and time just seems to be slipping out from under me.
Where did August go? Where did September disappear to? October is already a week gone.
This year I’m not ready for fall.
This year, right now, I’d love to jump off this picture and right into those inviting waters. I’d love a couple more days in the middle of that summer vacation.
This is the picture that sparked my photo blog creativity once again - albeit almost 3 weeks after I took it. What I see is Amanda swinging wildly out over the body of water that she calls Swan Lake. What I think is that will never be me. What I wonder is when did I get too scared to fly?
I don’t believe for one moment
that youth is wasted on the young.
Once upon a time I sold swimming pools in the family business. What I see is one of our finished pools. What I think is that, in the world I am growing up in, our lives are somewhat segmented. There are so many parts: so many jobs, so many relationships, so many places I've lived, so many different things I have done. There are so many people I have already been, and more are on the way.
It sometimes feels to me
as though I’m not living one life,
but an accumulation of separate lives.
When I was young, I just loved clowns. I have no idea how that got started, or why I loved them so much, but I did. So why are pictures like this such a surprise to me? How is that something I forget? What I see here is a grouping of some of the clowns that I had collected (note the wall art!). What I think is that it's amazing how much we change over the years and how many things there are about ourselves that even we don't remember.
I notice well that one stray step
from the habitual path
into a new direction.
– Franz Grillparzer
I love the macro function on my camera! It allows me to get right in there and see those nooks and crannies that our eyes sweep over as we take in the whole. What I see here is the tip of a shell that I "caught" in Chincoteague. What I think is that all those nicks and blemishes, all the pock marks and broken off bits, they tell the story of our lives, of where we've been and who we are.
Time and tide
wait for no man.
how I got this shell