to those who jumped for me in seaside

To say we had an amazing time in Seaside, would be an understatement. This year though, carrying my "big" camera with me day in and day out was not a priority. At the very end of our trip, pretty much our last full day, I finally asked a few people to jump for me.

To all of you jumpers, thank you for being patient in getting your photos. I told you I would post them here, but actually, if you don't mind, please go to my Facebook page and there you will find all of your photos.


maybe it starts now...

I'm not sure if I really started the new year on the first of January. 

Of course I want to believe that I did, because that's what we do. That's what we all do. Right? We get a new planner or a new calendar and it's all pretty with lots of blank boxes to fill up and lines to write on and then to make it extra special, we get a new pen to write with and then all of a sudden we blink and it's February and we wonder where we've been and what we've been doing. Or wait...maybe that's just me. 

All I know for sure is that today, the first of this month, feels more new to me than it did a month ago and I'm okay with that. But when March shows up and if this same feeling washes over me again...well, it's going to be one strange year.

Oh and the bird, you ask. It's an older photo, but it was taken here in Florida and since that's where I am right this minute and since the same bird showed up today while we were eating lunch {okay fine, it wasn't the same bird but they all look the same} and ate a chip {hold the guacamole} right of my hubby's hand, I decided the photo was worth sharing a second time.


If I could, I would

And it's not that I can't, it's just that I don't want to.

This is what it looks like outside right now, but it's an old photo. I used to go out in almost any weather to capture just about anything and I wasn't ever really too phased by the cold, or the moisture in the air, but wow...that's changed. I've changed. 

Let's blame it on menopause...as it's kind of the answer for everything these days.

Anyhow, I used to think that I had to chase anything and everything and photograph it, especially nature, but I don't really do that in the same "oh my gosh, the snow and the birds and the clouds and the trees and oh, did you know I own a "big camera" so get out of my way, here I come" kind of way that I used to. 

But when the weather is cooperative. And by cooperative, I mean warm. And by warm, I mean above 40 {who am I kidding, let's say 50} degrees and preferably with the sun warming my back, confusing me and making me believe that my favorite blanket is wrapped around my shoulders, off I go to get "lost" in the tiny world I see through my lens.

You might be saying, what?..."the tiny world you see"...and think I've totally lost it, but I truly believe the world, as huge as it is, is tiny when you get to decide what you really want to see, especially through a camera lens, what you really want to remember, what you really want to document and what you really want to talk about, even with strangers, when the day is done.

So, rambling the way I often do when I sit here and type, let's raise our glasses to what we see, our ability to share with others and what we find special enough to remember on any given day ...oh, and to menopause, which doesn't totally suck by the way.


eight months to the day

Eight months ago I fell into a black hole. 

Well, not a real black hole. It was more like a soft charcoal grey. And it wasn't really a fall, like where you quickly hit the ground with your limbs all askew while you sheepishly look around in hopes that nobody saw you. Instead, it was like that misstep that happens when you're walking and you're sure there's a curb in front of you and nope, no curb. Just more sidewalk.

Granted, no matter how I describe it, all it really means is that I haven't been here.

To be perfectly honest, I have no idea if I'll be back here regularly, but I want to try. I like it here. A lot. I love writing and sharing my photos and for years,  my blog was thee place for me to do just that. Blogging was a way of life. Blogging was part of my artistic life. Other bloggers were like family. My computer screen, a sketch pad of sorts.

And then along came the enormity of Facebook....and the beauty of Instagram.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not dissing those platforms at all, as they certainly have their places in our daily lives, but they're different and for me, sometimes I just need something quieter.

We live in a "quick" world. A world of immediate gratification and unlike the above mentioned,  blogging takes time and patience and somedays, actually most days to be honest, I lack that. Patience is a shortcoming of mine.

But now that 2017 is here and I'm finding myself filled with so many new thoughts, ideas, stories and simply things I want to share, maybe I'm being called "home." Maybe I'm being called once again into the gentleness that lies here in the blogging world and away from the "rat race" out there.

I know there are many other bloggers who'll  be able  to relate to the words I type here tonight and are possibly feeling the same way that I'm feeling {as so many other blogger have also fallen into that same black hole} so I'm praying that maybe, just maybe, they're also feeling the pull, the need and the desire to come back "home," too.