Sidewalk pics

I'm addicted....more sidewalk shots....

Walking pictures

I've been walking a lot lately, which creates more opportunities for taking pictures. Here are some I've taken the past few days.

Urban Outfitters - Features - Original Icon Contest

Sunday I opened an email entitled call your mom from Urban Outfitters. They had a wonderful contest, Original Style Icons where people could submit pictures of their mothers. These are a few of my favorites......

Below is my own mother who was and still is a style icon. All of my friends had mom envy!

I am constantly being referred to as a hoarder. From the looks of these wonderful clothes, that could be a good thing. I hope my kids think of me as an original style icon. See more pictures from the contest here.

Urban Outfitters - Features - Original Icon Contest

Crossing to Safety

For years I've kept a common book where I copy down passages that I've read and want to remember. The week I went to Florida to see my dad in the hospital I started a new book, Crossing to Safety, by Wallace Stegner. A week and a half later I was back in Florida for my father's funeral. On the flight home I read this paragraph as I was finishing the book. In some twisted way it gave me peace.

"There's no decent literature on how to die. There ought to be, but there isn't. Only a lot of religious gobbledygook about being gathered to God, and a lot of biological talk about returning your elements to the earth. The biological talk is all right, I believe it, but it doesn't say anything about what religion is talking about, the essential you, the conscious part of you, and it doesn't teach you anything about how to make the transition from being to not-being. They say there's a moment, when death is certain and close, when we lose our fear of it. I've read that every death, at the end, is peaceful. Even an antelope that's been caught by a lion or a cheetah seems not to struggle at the end. I guess there's a big shot of some sedative chemical, the way there's a big shot of adrenaline to help it leap away when it's scared. Well, a shot will do for quick deaths. The problem is to get that same resignation to last through the weeks or months of a slow one, when everything is just as certain but can't be taken care of with some natural hypo."

Somehow, reading words that describe my fears, thoughts, and emotions, makes me feel connected rather than alone.

This is a picture of

This is a picture of my father and me. He was in college in this photo. He became a bio chemist. Spending time with my dad is like spending time with an encyclopedia. Whenever I have a question about history, gardening, plants in general, or wild life I can ask my dad. He loves cooking too. He had so many hobbies over the years. When I was little he collected snakes in aquariums in our garage. He had all kinds but I specifically remember a rattle snake and a boa constrictor. All though I didn't fall in love with snakes many of the things I like to do come from my father, cooking, gardening, reading. He once made some drapes and then with the leftover fabric made my mother a jumpsuit. We are both terrible pack rats and we can both spend hours in a book store. My father is never not reading, until now. My dad went into hospice yesterday. He was all of these things and a lot more. But now he is tired.

Happiness

Life is full of such opposite emotions.....thank heavens for the lovely ones!!

Mother Nature / Father Time

Mother Nature is refusing to move forward. The last day of winter our earliest flowers are in bloom. The first day of spring, eleven inches of snow fell on those blooms.

I am afraid to move forward too. I find myself questioning how we arrived here so fast. My very wise husband answered; we spend our lives anticipating the future, always anxious to experience the next….whatever. And time marches on. And now, we start noticing. We wish we could dig in our heels, forcing our speeding time to slow down.

So now along with the wonderful experiences also come the unavoidable dreadful ones. Please, Father Time, please take your time as Mother Nature has chosen to do…..

(photos by my very wise husband)


He took these two pictures on Friday, the last day of winter......

And then these two pictures the next day, the first day of spring....