November 26, 2017

Day 330

"Nobody would notice us if we snuck into the party, you said!"

"Everyone would be in black and white, you said....

If it wasn't for this mating for life thing,

Hank, I'd be done with you and your gleaming white head"

- Mildred and Hank squabbles, 2017

November 25, 2017

Day 329

The remaining leaves on the poplar trees wave like white flags, surrendering to winter.  They shimmer against the drab background, catching my eye, as the late day sun highlights them. They are a simple study in contrast.

November 24, 2017

Day 328

Only in death, does a tree reveal all of its stories.

I refuse to be like a tree.

November 23, 2017

Day 327

Thanksgiving Day.

I have so much to be thankful for.

But this post is my thankfulness and gratitude for those 'get it.'

They understand, through shared experiences, that the holidays are always painted with a shade of the loss of someone they loved.

Sometimes faint, and sometimes alarmingly bright, the hue of loss is always there.

For these family and friends, I am thankful.

I love you.

November 22, 2017

Day 326

My daughter yells, "Mom grab your camera!"

She has awoken to a technicolor sky. 

I snap off 4 images before the colors start to fade away. 

So much beauty, so short lived. 

As is so much in life....

November 21, 2017

Day 325

5:30pm.

This is my view.

I am not ready for this much darkness a day. 

At another time in our lives, we lived close to the equator.

The days and nights were about 12 hours each. 

During that time, something I missed most was the length of  summer days;

light until almost 10pm.

This time of the year brings about that same longing.

November 20, 2017

Day 324

The things you find in old homes...

What is it about old dolls that make them so creepy?

Maybe it is their unblinking eyes, that seem to stare...

or their porcelain skin...

or that they usually are found in attics.

Whatever it is, it can stay there in the attic....