Posted tagged ‘sunrises’

Stay-at-home Vacation

June 25, 2013

A soft sunrise with a very calm lake.

A soft sunrise with a very calm lake.

I’m posting a few photos of sunrises I’ve taken from my balcony over the past several days. I pulled my camera out because the colors were so amazing or the hues of the clouds as the sun rose.

Yes, this is what I see as long as we have a sunny day. Sunrises are one of the many reasons I love living in this particular spot.

But summer has definitely arrived and you know what topic people think about come summer. I knew you would have the answer. You didn’t disappoint.


Many of the blog sites I check on regularly as “taking a vacation” to enjoy the weather or get a break to renew their creative energy or perhaps just because what is summer without a vacation…

Well, while I can’t go away from this spot I call home because we can’t find any help to care for our disabled son, I’ve decided to relive prior vacations. I’ll do this through pulling out my photo books and scanning the best of my photos of places I’ve been to and sights that still inspire me.

I’m also starting a new novel. Those first few chapters are always the hardest to get going and most often the ones that get pitched or significantly revised. If I’m really energetic and in a writing quagmire, I might even be forced into organizing a few kitchen cabinets. (Oh, please don’t let me get that desperate!)

Another day, another hue, always glorious.

Another day, another hue, always glorious.

Anyway, I’m stepping away from blogging until mid-July. Oh, I may post a photo or two or a quick update for important items I want to share, but think of me sitting on my balcony or in my office, watching the birds, the eagles, the sunrises and moonrises.

And best of all, I won’t have to pack, put up with the hassles of air travel, or fume about the price of gas. 😉

See you in mid-July.

P.S. I’ve been working on putting my novella series, Soul StringSaga, into print for readers who love to read print books. Books 1, 2 & 3 will be in Volume 1. Books 4 & 5 will be in Volume 2. Here’s the print cover for Soul String Saga: Volume 1.

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A Much Needed Vacation

May 20, 2012

Redwood Cathedral

I need a few weeks away. I’m not traveling–but I will be moving.

Projects off my to-do list that has kept on growing.

Goals that must be met.

Reorganizing how I plan these next years.

SeaWall Iris

This won’t be long. Maybe only two weeks. Maybe three. Just know I’ll be busy. And thinking about what next to post. Like maybe a photo of the complete–think never-ending landscape project–which has complicated life around here.

Sunset From Water

A May Sunrise

Mental Photo Ops

April 1, 2012

A breaking dawn this past week

My mind wandered for a few moments this past week. Okay, don’t verbalize what you’re thinking… 🙂

But in that moment what popped into my head was a mental picture. You know what I mean, don’t you? Those pictures permanently etched on our inner eyelids. And yes, while I think of the best way to introduce a new scene into a new chapter for my current novel, I close my eyes and let my mind wander.

This time, however, I didn’t come up with the best detail to start my new scene, but I did pause and consider those Kodak moments permanently etched in our minds. The one that came to mind was the first moment I saw my son Jimbo just a few hours before he died. He looked at peace. And dead. I can’t describe that look in any less blunt language. For all intents and purposes, he was–as his doctors carefully explained his condition to me.

They wouldn’t have had to. It was very clear to me.

No camera was there to record that moment–not that I wanted it recorded. But that mental camera of mine took its best shot anyway–and saved it. At the oddest moments that scene pops into my mind just like unexpected photos show up in odd places at times, such as in a sock drawer or in an old envelope.

A brief upper edge of dawn

I thought about other mental photo ops I have gathered. My father-in-law’s face when he gazed upon my newborn oldest son–and the man’s first grandchild. That was a good photo memory.

The little carrel in the graduate library top floor where I wrote the first draft of my dissertation. Never did get a real photo of that.

The split second moment in a temporary hospital morgue when the sheet was pulled back on a corpse and I had to identify my second son John.

The inner eyelid snapshot of my hubby’s car, the driver’s side door wide open, our garage door up and the front door to our home wide open as I drove up. That was the day our youngest son fell down the stairs, broke his neck, and would never use stairs again. A momentous event, actually a catastrophic one for our whole family, and one we have lived with daily for the past 17 3/4 years.

My mother’s last breath with my niece, my sisters and I surrounding her as that final tortured breath left her body and the best of Mom joined all those she loved who died before her. Only the negative in my mind remains of that indelible picture.

Here comes the sun...

So I thought about those mental photo ops I carry with me and the fact that once in a while they pop up. I realized most of those moments are not happy ones for me. Those happy ones I’ve managed to capture for real. And frame them, display them, think and talk of them often.

Shaking my head at those thoughts, the perfect idea to begin that new scene slipped into my brain. When I finished it a few hours later, I sat back in my office chair and smiled. I loved what I’d written in that new scene. It wasn’t a sad scene, but it had the elements to make it powerful for my potential readers.

Plus I’d come up with the topic for today’s post. 🙂

So tell me, please. Are your inner eyelid photos more happy or sad in their number?

Or don’t you have any such images?

Pink dawn light on waves with green grass--spring

About Glad

October 23, 2011

Morning sunrise October 20, 2011

Last week the news hit the world that Moammar Gadhafi was dead. News programs were broadcasting the news with a warning that the photos/videos to follow might be upsetting to some viewers. While I suspect many who were oppressed by his tyranny and lost loved ones because of his actions and thus really wanted to see just how gruesome he was in death, I didn’t.

Certainly not because I sympathized with him or his philosophy. I understood the celebration at the news of his death, and I’m very happy one less evil person wreaks havoc in this world.

But I also heard of another death this past week. I doubt this quiet and unexpected death will make global news, nor would the person who died want that. But that death has touched me more deeply. I mourn the loss of one less good and generous person in this world.

She was a colleague of mine for nearly thirty years. She did much for her students both in the classroom and as club advisor and organizer of events. She was out in the community with special involvement in Special Olympics activities and Cancer Relay for Life events each year.

She was a caretaker. And in that role, she touched far more lives than I know about. If trouble was in your life, she was there–with a smile, a meal, a kind joke.

She was a traveler and loved going places and seeing new things. She enjoyed meeting new people and maintained communications with those new acquaintances long after the trip was over.

She was a great cook. Some of her recipes are favorites in my family now–because she shared.

Her baking skills were extraordinary. Her tiramisu and biscotti were the best ever.

Her gardens were lovely. The tables she dressed for her gatherings always had a theme and were lovely.

Was she perfect? She’d be the first to say “no.” And like genuine people, she wasn’t perfect.

Glad and I watched this sunset on a trip to Door County several years ago

She was Glad.

She was my friend.

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.