lost and found

Read about a cool blog today in my local morning paper. Have you ever lost or found a camera or a media card? Now there’s a place where you can go to either upload a sample of the pictures, or look to see if anyone has posted your lost pics. It’s at ifoundyourcamera.net. I really hope it catches on, it’s nice to see another positive way that people are utilizing the power of the web:)

hummingbird dance

A couple of days ago I was watering the clematis in the photograph above. It grows up against the house next to our front porch. I was standing out on the driveway, staring at the water from the hose as it arced up and out toward the thirsty vine when out of the corner of my eye I saw a glistening emerald green hummingbird fly up to the spray. It hovered a few inches from the water and then it flew over it and then under it and then back to center, eye level with me again and only a few feet away. It did this delightful little dance several times.

As I watched the tiny bird play in the pearly mist, I realized he had no idea I was there, he was just as mesmerized as I had been by the stream of sunlit water. Do you ever have a moment you wish would last forever? When everything is exactly as it should be and you don’t want or need anything “more”? That was one of those moments for me. Watching that delicate little bird bathe in a rainbow of sun-drenched water then sit on a tree branch next to me and fluff and preen his miniature jewel like feathers—it was the universe at its best—it was perfection.

good reads

I recently read two charming books by author Marisa De Los Santos. I enjoyed them both and I’m happy to add a new author to my list of favorites. Her writing style is very natural and easy to read, the books aren’t quite in the chick-lit category but they are geared more toward women (similar to Elizabeth Berg). They are about family, relationships, friendship, love lost and found, all that everyday life stuff. There are no guns or mysterious dead bodies (i.e. CSI crime scenes) so I would say that they are good reads for the beach when you want a little escapism and no nightly news gorism (yes, I just made that word up). I also liked how the characters carried over between the two books, I didn’t expect that so it was a pleasant surprise to meet up with them again.

home

So we ran away from home for five days and tried to put some space between us and the grief. The hustle and bustle of traveling, the sights and sounds and the bright warm sun of another place, a place miles and worlds away from where “it” happened temporarily slowed down the cracks forming in our hearts. Of course, the only way out of grief is to go through grief and I know that is what my son and his sweet wife will be experiencing for a very long time.

Human pain does not let go of its grip at one point in time. Rather, it works its way out of our consciousness over time. There is a season of sadness. A season of anger. A season of tranquility. A season of hope. ~Robert Veninga

pollock self-portrait

I did this self-portrait on a website that lets you paint in the style of Jackson Pollock. That’s me in the morning before my coffee. A couple of hints if you want to try it out. It’s a very simple program, clicking the left mouse button changes the colors, press the Space key to erase and start over, if you get something you like hit the Print Screen (Capture) key on your keyboard, that copies the screen to your clipboard. Go into your photo program and open a new image under File the same size as the image on the clipboard, paste and crop. Easy squeezey.

We work in the dark, We do what we can, We give what we have, Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task, The rest is the madness of art. ~Henry James