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Moments to treasure…

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“The best times in your life are the little moments when you feel like you’re in the right place at the right time.”

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Life is adorable…

My granddaughter gave me a lovely gift for my recent birthday.  It’s a book of inspirational messages with lovely images, and the text is in German.  You see, this is the granddaughter who up until recently was teaching Kindergarten in Bucharest, and who now is teaching in Munich.  She said I might pick up a little German as I go to Google Translate to read the daily message.  And I might.  According to the translation, this image means,

‘Life is adorable, you just have to see it through the right glasses.’

I’m sure the gist of the message is correct, and I sort of like that the phrasing is a little awkward.  That adds to the charm.  The world is a smaller place for this generation of young adults.  How can that be anything but a good thing?  I would never have had the courage to take such a chance as she did by traveling so far from home on her own.  Especially at 22.  I find that so much of what has changed in society to be distressing these days, but I suppose that just means that I really am  an old codger.  Kudos to these young people.  I hope they can make this world a better place for the generations to come.  Thank you, Kara.fullsizeoutput_3ae.jpeg

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Where am I?

I see that there are some new people who have found this blog in the last couple of weeks, and I thought I ought to explain that the ‘nature coast’ in the title of the blog refers to the several counties along the Gulf coast of Florida just above Tampa Bay.  And, obviously, that’s not where I am at the moment.  This blog came about a year ago due to a coincidence of a class I took and a new camera I had just purchased, not really out of a need to share any profound thoughts or with an agenda of any kind.  I had settled into a comfortable routine in my widowhood, and felt almost smug as I spent my evenings alone at home doing whatever I wanted to do.  And I went on like that for quite a while, until I started needing people again.  My people, my ‘home’, New England, where I grew up and never failed to feel like I belonged when I visited.  People, old friends, family, grandchildren, I needed them all.  So I have thrown caution to the wind and left my little part-time job, and my snug little Florida house, and even the new friends I was just beginning to make, to take a road trip.  And I will stay until my heart, which had felt so empty, has filled back up.  Or until they all get sick of me…7-5church7-5farm7-5shack7-5shack27-5shack37-5townhall

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P-town…

That would be Provincetown to those non New England natives, at the tip end of Cape Cod.  The trouble with Cape Cod is that it’s not as little as I think it is.  Wait, that’s actually my problem isn’t it? I keep assuming that I can get anywhere I want to go on Cape Cod in five minutes, which is optimistic at best.  Add the tourists in the summer and you really can’t go anywhere in five minutes.  So when I saw that I had an hour and a half to go to get out for the sunset I assumed that I’d get to P-town with plenty of time to spare, but I barely made it.  Partially because I just drove west without an actual plan, I mean how could you miss driving to the tip end of the Cape.  But when there were multiple exits off Rt. 6 I had to choose one that would hopefully bring me to a spot with a view to the west.  I chose Race Point Beach, which I hadn’t ever been to before.  I was glad I did…

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As the sunset wound down I was looking for the center of town, the bars and restaurants that I remember.  But in my floundering around I crested a hill and found myself in an old cemetery with this view ahead of me.  The Pilgrim Monument.  Clearly I will need to do some further investigation, in the daylight next time…