Thursday, June 24, 2010

As we zip by...

I've snapped countless photos out my passenger side window throughout these last six years. We are usually traveling to or from a doctor office or a special treatment or a blood test. Rarer are those times we've been able to extend our energies to travel to a friend or relative's home. What I'm trying to say, is that when we are in the car we are always on a mission. I guess that happens quite often to healthy people, too. Rarely, do we let ourselves stop along the way to capture in photo and memory a piece of the beauty that is around us. (Although my family knows that I'm the first one to want to.) This person stopped. He walked to the top of a hill. As I snapped this picture of him, I smiled. A kindred spirit. Someone who breathes in, looks, sees, and knows that we are in a good place.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

It had not made at all the same impression on him

as on the Cabby and the children. For what you see and hear depends a good deal on where you are standing: it also depends on what sort of person you are.
Magician's Nephew C.S. Lewis

Saturday, June 19, 2010

This week a mourning dove flew off its nest.

 Do we ever wonder how much courage that takes? How much support?
A house burned to black and white amidst (and despite) bursting summer color.

A phoenix rose

and spread her wings toward the beat of a new melody;

forgetting - for moments at at time, the residual odors of melted heat.