“A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.”
–Walt Whitman
…or the little buds on my orchid against the morning sunrise. Yeah. That too.
the view from the top
This beautiful view of the city below is what you get after peddling for nearly 3 hours. Of course there was plenty of loveliness to behold along the way as well.
And there the feeling of accomplishment I felt for having made it to the top of the mountain was simply unbelievable.
The Spy Ball
This mirrored globe sits on the ceiling above the center-most cubicles in my new work dwelling. I’ve named it the spy ball as you can see into each of the cubicles without getting up from your chair. Fortunate for me, I reside in one of the farthest cubicles from the thing. As all the boxes get unpacked and the dust settles (literally), I find that the ball is the least of my worries.
Although we aren’t as packed in like sardines as I had imagined the narrow walkway that leads to my cubicle has caused me reason to sniffle. The handmade bowl that Big Sis made for me when she was in college was rendered unusable thanks to my hitting it on one of the filing cabinets as I was returning to my cubicle after washing it. Seems that the walkway is even narrower than I thought.
In spite of the adjustments, I can be thankful that I still have a job. In this day and age, is not something anyone can take for granted.
photographic memories
Vacation is over. Now is the time my body begins to feel the effects of sleep deprivation and a sick child coughing germs all over the house – of course. He insisted that he was “not sick” and now *I* am “not sick” too. Apparently, being “not sick” is contagious. *sigh*
In spite of the challenges of BoBo’s coughing into the wee hours of the night (and his girlfriend calling the house phone during these same hours), his visit was good. We had a few heart-to-heart talks on serious stuff like finances, relationships, and why women are, um, the way we are. We also managed to spend some quality time together and still allow him plenty of time to spend with his friends.
I have mixed feelings about his return to Georgia. On one hand, as I look around the now-cluttered dwelling I call home and feel the effects of my body getting “not sick,” I am relieved that my life is able to go back to normal. On the other hand, I miss those “family” moments that we used to take for granted and now rarely get to enjoy.
Fortunately, thanks to my friend and professional photographer, I have a nice collection of photographic memories (portraits) to remind me of how blessed I am to have this beautiful family. Here’s one of the many favorites he took.
Tunnel View, Yosemite
I’m no Ansel Adams.
…but that doesn’t keep me from trying to capture brilliant photos of the beauty all around me.
This was my 1st trip to the famed Tunnel View, Yosemite. It is easy to see why this lovely spot in Yosemite has inspired many — amateur to pro. Surely, it won’t be my last.