so as 2012 rounds to an end i am taking a brief moment...on a new computer...transferring some iphone photos...gosh if it were not for that iphone...the moments that passed...the ones that look like these...may not be remembered as well as they were lived...and lived i did in 2012..my word of the year was 'lift' and i chanted that for 12 months...it got me sailing...here is just a minor glimpse of what it looked like...much love to all who were with me...much love to you all
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..and beautiful horses.
Wednesday was a very lucky and happy day for me. I finally got to Saratoga race track for a girls day. YAY! Much needed and you may remember how I missed my girls day last year. We did eventually get there last year but a day away from it all is so needed once in a while.
It was a very lucky day indeed! And for my friend I went with, who suggested how to show my pictures, the first 4 are for you!
Lucky Necklace: handmade
Lucky Dress: probably too much $
A Horse Named "Sax in the City": worth millions
Winning all day: PRICELESS!
The rest are some more of the, kid you not, 100's of shots I took!
Cheers indeed!
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So inspired by this post and all the photographers I have discovered actually participating in the100 strangers project...i just had to let my friend m. heart know that I too am "painfully shy" face to face with a stranger. It is a bit different when it comes to a new patient at work. They are no longer a stranger when I am there to try and make their day a bit better, and they are each the most important person of the day. Take me out of my environment and it is a different story.
I am really interested in the 100 strangers project. When I was taking pictures of all the birds I was hanging out with my friend here :)...at an antique shop across the street. The owner was so nice, he came out to chat and told me about 30 people took pictures of the Blues Brothers that day. We chatted a bit and I really wanted to ask him if I could take his picture for this challenge...but major cold feet!!! He knew I was waiting for my daughter while at a class and offered for me to come in the shop out of the sun to hang out with them. That, I thought, was so kind. I was sitting on a cast iron bench...it was around 90 degrees and full sun. He had to know that I just branded my butt sitting on that scorching bench...but it was directly across the street form the birds...and worth the pain :)
Next time, I will be more brave...the shop owner would have been a perfect first stranger...but just taking the time to chat was what this project is really all about in my opinion.
I will make bring myself to do this project and would love to hear about anyone who has made it past that first click with a stranger!
Off to the cage in a bit...will miss you all today!!
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I am back home again and just wanted to touch base with everyone for a moment. Your beautiful words, prayers and well wishes filled our family with support over the past few days. I want to thank each and everyone of you for your comments and personal emails. It made me realize a bigger connection with my father I never noticed before. A few of his Ham Radio buddies from long ago stopped in to pay their last respects. This flooded me with memories of my younger years and living with the sounds of "aliens in the night" as my dad would be up at all hours talking to those who shared his passion around the world. My father reached out a trusting hand and connected via wireless communication to strangers who became instant friends, as I have through this blog and yours.
I can remember my father receiving QSL cards daily in the mailbox. They were basically postcards with another amateur radio operators call sign on them and a bit of information about their contact time. They were literally confirmations saying, "yes I exist and we communicated". Something to hold in your hand to confirm a friendship out there between 2 people who may never meet. As similar as we do with ATC's, sketchbook swaps, etc.
If my father was well enough to understand this concept of blogs and connecting he would have found it interesting and noticed our similarities. I am my father's daughter and have his "social" gene. We share a connection with connecting. So once again, Thank you for reaching out to say "yes, I exist" in your beautiful words of condolences. Heaven is a better place now that my Dad is there and my world is better each day with the love sent and received via the communications with all of you.
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To the first man in my life forever and always...
I will be out of town and offline for a while. My father passed away yesterday morning. He has gracefully lived with Alzheimer's for many years and much loved by those who took care of him. In the picture above he is giving me away on my wedding day. Already in the beginning stages of this disease and not well enough to escort me down the aisle....that was over 11 years ago. The past week has been a tough one for our family with pneumonia taking over him. Your prayers for our family's safe travel will be appreciated as we travel for one last goodbye.
When I was very little I wanted an airplane. I wanted my dad to build it for me thinking he could really build one I could fly in. He gave me a paper airplane and I remember being so confused that he did not understand what I wanted. "No!", I told him..."I want one that I can fly in". He told me "This one is special because you have the power to give it flight."
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.....too answer one of Pajama girl's questions, "YES, wishes do come true!" (and I can now hear her ask it again) My wish was for this loud and stinky sweet little Beagle's human to find him before the weekend was done. Early this afternoon, after he took me for a walk, his human pulled in. Yesterday Mr. Honey and PJgirl made a sign "FOUND BEAGLE" and put it roadside at our house. I paraded him back and forth then took him for a long walk. I just finished a photo session with him to make a sign to take to the gas station and a car pulled in. The owner's friend saw me walking "Sisco" near the sign and went right over to tell his friend who lived nearby. He had got away during a thunderstorm that left our area without power on Friday night. A funny little chap and just like Snoopy...he did not want "in" the crate he wanted to be on top of it. I guess if I were a little dog I would want to climb up high too.
Lots of projects coming up and more interesting PJ questions to continue. I forgot the good one today that gave me a brain cramp and memory loss evidently but it led me to tell her Sunday is a day off from questions but yesterday Daddy got "what makes you, you?" and tonight I got "For how long was I zero when I was born? "and " how did I get out of you?"
ahhhhhhh, time to got to bed in a nice and quiet house with only 3 dogs and no Beagles!
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Thank you Donna for knowing I would appreciate this. To anyone who remembers to "hold hands when we go out in the world" from back in kindergarten, this is for us!
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