I had to stop in the middle of breakfast to capture this heron (?) who landed right behind the boat dock. I scared him off while doing so and was hindered in witnessing his lift off by a tree:
|I could tell he was aware of my presence even though I was a long-way off using a super zoom setting|
|When viewing the world through a zoom lens, I'm not very quick or intuitive. (Is that a metaphor for my life?)|
I decided to take a break and hit my photos. I kept humming an old Wynona Judd song: Old Pictures. "Looking through my old pictures, faded photographs. Some of them bring me close to tears, others make me laugh. Old memories seem to come alive..." (double-clicking on photos will enlarge them)
I spent ALL the rest of Sunday and most of Monday spreading pictures out on this massive dining table and all around on the floor. I threw away probably a third of them...the duplicates, eyes-closed shots, the faded sceneries from long-ago vacation...all the ones nobody would ever put in a scrapbook or in a frame. I am proud to say that I have now reduced 30 years of photographs (not counting all the ones that are already scrapbooked) into the top three decorative boxes in this stack. It was a nice stroll through memory lane. I've got some really cute kids!
|Katrina blowing bubbles to Caroline|
|Our family had a bluegrass band in the early 90s. This is us performing at Silver Dollar City in Branson. I'm on the left.|
|Jared trying to catch a frisbee with his stomach|
|Danica, when she found out I had bought her tickets to Wicked for her birthday|
THEN, I went through my computer and organized all my digital shots in appropriate files with appropriate tags. In true "If you give a mouse a cookie" form, that made me remember that I never made the digital scrapbook of my parents 50th wedding anniversary party almost two years ago. I had it completed and uploaded by 11 p.m....hopefully it will arrive in time for my mom's 71st birthday on September 19!
I'm pretty excited about what I've accomplished. Now about that "pain" part...
Somewhere in the middle of all this (probably the two hours I sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor, getting up and down to sort pictures, I hurt myself. My low back/hip are KILLING me! I can't sit in one position for too long, but changing positions is excruciating.
(Can you spell O-L-D?)
Lord Byron said, "The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain." Part of completing the puzzle I'm here to assemble is understanding my existence in the world. This morning, I'm pondering the fact of my pain in the midst of my serenity and wondering what God might be drawing me into through this path...
and I like that it's call ART.