Friday, January 29, 2010


It was one of those mornings...
when the paying job was less important...

than capturing the fleeting sparkle...


Just grab the camera and RUN.

Take about a hundred photographs.

Pay no attention to the coldness melting into your jeans where you sat in the snow for a special angle.

Keep shooting away...

until the sun melts the fog and the magic evaporates.

Thursday, January 28, 2010


DH and I went out for Chinese last night.

I had a fifty-fifty chance of getting this.  Good thing.

His said something about the ability to make wise choices.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010


A very important young man in my life brought me his favorite book.  It was the second time he had checked it out of the library.  It was full of fun pictures of monster trucks, semi trucks, and construction trucks.

Then, there was this pink garbage truck with a female name.  I wasn't sure I liked the trashy female truck.  In fact I was a little insulted.  Had a little Emily Litella moment.

Oh!  Pink garbage trucks are for breast cancer awareness.  That's a good thing.

That's different.  Never mind.

Thanks Linda Sue.  Thanks to all pink garbage trucks.

Monday, January 25, 2010


Early Saturday we traveled to Utah. We were on our way to attend the funeral of my younger brother whose short life was ended by cancer.

Snow fell most of the way making the drive messy and unpleasant. We followed our son with his wife and kids in their mini van. This part of Interstate 15 is called The Malad Pass. Malad means “bad” in the French language.

The drive took us 300 miles to my brother’s home.

Hundreds and hundreds of friends and family came to celebrate his life with his wife and children.

Sunday DH and I returned. By then the weather had cleared.

The same highway was now a thing of beauty thanks to a fresh coat of snow.

We were near home when we learned that my brother’s wife and her brother were there ahead of us. After the funeral they received word that their father, a widower, was in the hospital. They had gone to Idaho to be with him. DH and I joined the family at the bedside just minutes after this sweet man left his worn out body to join his wife.

Sail on little brother, father and devoted husband. Sail on dad and grandpa. You showed us how to live and left behind a great legacy.

That's me at the weddings
That's me at the graves
Dressed like the people
Who once looked so grown-up and brave.

Secret Gardens of the heart
Where dreams live on forever
I see you shining through the night
In the ice and snow of winter.

Secret Gardens
Words and Music by Judy Collins