This week, share a photograph that signifies transitions and change to you. It can be the very beginning of a phase, or the very end. As you pick up your lens, explore the ways in which a single photograph can express time, while only showing us a small portion of any given moment.
I’m choosing a recent moment from this past weekend at my neice’s wedding. All eyes are upon you at that transitional moment in time where you become The Mr. and Mrs.
This week for my entry, I’d like to share a piece of our heart. Jake gets to stay at home starting next week with his mother and soon-expected sibling. We have grown pretty attached to this little guy but we know he will still stop in to visit now and then.
I’d like to think I’ve shared a little bluegrass music heritage with him in his first year and a half.
And now, dear daughters, you know why I collect banjos 😉
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We’ve had our driveway blocked for about 2 months. January 8th to be precise; the water main broke sending a river down the road. With no warning, the cavalry arrived to patch it up on Wednesday.
The Road Taken – Literally
Another road taken down the Katy Trail with one of my daughters and husband. At least I didn’t receive bunny ears (eyes rolling).
Tree lined March 4, 2017
A break in the trees
Some more of our walk on the scenic Katy Trail.
Another Road Taken with my neice to my favorite section of any store – The Fabric Section! Let me just say this is a gigantic step for the next generation. Fabric purchasing and selection is an unknown territory for many of them. I’m beaming here if you can’t tell!
And guess what?! She sews! Zach you have a good catch…. but I’m sure you know that 🙂
Back to the subject at hand.
Our 3-generation project has begun. Above are the fabric choices she made, the blocks that she and my mother cut out, and the sample arrangement suggestions I sent to her via cell phone. We’re making a special something to use in her July 1 wedding. Can’t tell you what we’re using this for yet, but I can tell you she chose view #2. I am in total agreement.
As a youngster, I think I always knew when my father needed some solitude. He was a painter by trade in rural Missouri, USA, where he had work 6 out of the 12 months of the year. We lived too far from a major city for him to have regular work. So we did the best we could and lived a good frugal lifestyle where he spent the wintertime raising pigs or a couple calves to take to the butcher come spring. Most people back then called that Poor.
Playing solitaire was his ‘time’.
And I’m glad I was quiet enough to sit and watch and learn. He was pretty cool like that.
He was also a daily Bible reader in later years. Not a lot of people know that. I am also truly thankful to have had that example to follow.
My mother is a living example to me of one who excels in solitude with her talents. She is always keeping her hands busy. Ecclesiastes 9:10 says, “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;”. This defines my wonderful mother. Whether sewing, making jams, jellies, or reading novel after novel, she finishes what she begins whole-heartedly. Rarely does she have a UFO(Un-Finished-Object) lying in her stash.
For me, solitude is respresented by my time to play music. Alone. Unhindered by life’s stress. Uninterrupted by anything.
And just for fun to lighten the mood of this post, I’m thinking I should change my answering machine message to a 40 minute Banjo Solo 🙂