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Green Key Beach…

I think of going out for the sunset as a quiet, peaceful sort of thing to do.  Not last night though.  There were two sets of tweenaged boys screaming and playing in the water, and it seemed the seagulls were attempting to out-do them noise-wise.  One of the sets of boys, three of them, had two of them extremely far out in the water, and the one on the shore was screaming to them to criticize them.  I was almost afraid to zoom out and look for them in the water for fear of what I’d do if they appeared to be in trouble.  Happily for them, and me, they were okay.  The other set of boys kept choosing to play football between me and the sunset, and in moving myself to get away from them I managed to get in someone else’s view and he let me know it in no uncertain terms.  Still, it was good to be out for the sunset.  I’ve been looking at the cloudy skies lately and talking myself out of going out.  Sometimes I have to give myself a little push, and I’m usually glad I did.01-17-20greenkeysunset01-17-20greenkeysunset201-17-20greenkeysunset301-17-20greenkeysunset4

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Citrus County Drummers…

The trip to Citrus County on Sunday was to attend the solstice meeting of the Citrus County Drum Circle.  I had seen a drum circle before on Pine Island, but I hadn’t been to this group before.  My friend is a member and knew the names of all the various drums and horns that were being used.  They all were unusual, and the entire evening was spent with the rhythm of the drums gently marking the time.  People danced in the circle as the spirit moved them, but most just watched quietly.  I learned that one very graceful dancer had been a belly dance instructor, and the elderly lady who had caught my eye had been a clown in her younger years.  There was a certain peacefulness to the evening, the only thing missing was a lovely sunset.  I would like to attend again, but nothing could move me to get up and dance in that circle.  But I envy those who can let themselves go like that…12-22solstice12-22mermaiddancer12-22hug12-22horn12-22favoritelady12-22drummers12-22dancing212-22dancing12-22dancer112-22couple12-22charminglady12-22bandanaguy12-22ballcapguy

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Traveling…

I didn’t drive for 11 days straight.  That has to be a record for me.  For 11 days I was surrounded, literally, by family, and friends close enough to be family.  I was hardly ever alone, and for the last few years I have been telling myself that being alone is just the greatest thing.  No witnesses is what I told myself was the best part, for my own silliness. And for the most part that’s still true.  But it’s so quiet in here now that the coffee pot has finished its morning duties.  The traffic noises haven’t begun.  It’s too quiet.  Turning on the TV might provide noise, if noise is all I wanted to hear.  This has been my home for a year now, but I’ve been traveling for half that time at least.  And now I’m here, surrounded by all my things.  Sentimental reminders of other times, of the people I have cared about my whole life.  But sitting in the dark and quiet I realize that I can’t hear the sound of breathing.  Of life.  That’s the sound that’s missing…

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It’s a puzzle…

I bought this puzzle as a prop for a blog post.  It was a while ago and I can’t remember what I called it or what my point actually was at the time.  Something about life falling into place.  Ha!  I’m sure I was convinced at that moment that happily ever after was just around the corner.  When will I learn that ‘ever after’ is an illusion and right this minute is about all you can count on?

I dumped the puzzle pieces out onto the table and took a picture, and then put them back into the box and forgot all about it.  But while on a trip recently there was a puzzle out on the table and we all attempted to put it together, and failed, but it was fun.  I used to buy a Christmas puzzle every year and we’d all work on it, I loved that family activity.  Consequently I bought a table just for that purpose, one with sides that fold down, and it sat up against the wall ignored most of the year.  Not any more though.  That table is now my do-everything table.  All sewing and crafts, plus it’s where I stick things that I can’t figure out what else to do with but also feel like it would be a sin to just throw them away.  After they sit there long enough they do get tossed, but it’s like the left-overs in the refrigerator, I have to let them age a while before I can feel saintly about getting rid of them.

And so when I got home from that trip I got the irresistible urge to ‘do’ that puzzle, and even though I told myself that I shouldn’t, that I’d wind up mad at myself with a puzzle half-done and some other use for the table in mind, but I dumped it out anyhow.  And sure enough, it has taken over my life ever since.  This is exactly the reason I shouldn’t bake, because no matter how I tell myself I’ll put those cookies in the freezer for ‘company’, I eat them.  I don’t buy candy, bread, and ice cream for exactly the same reason.  I really should listen to that voice in my head once in a while, but I hardly ever do.

Then this long, cold, rainy/overcast, weekend arrived, and I was determined to get that puzzle over-with.  So I could get my sewing machine out.  And by last night I was convinced that the puzzle-maker had screwed up.  I had several puzzle pieces that both belonged in the exact same spot, and there was supposed to be a skinny yellow window in one of the doors of the puzzle, and those pieces were simply not there.  I was composing a scathing letter to Big Ben Puzzles in my head, and there may have been a cuss word or two spoken.  Enter my uncle, who picked up the problem section of puzzle pieces and moved everything one space to the left, and like a miracle everything fell into place!  From now on when I reach an impass in life, and am ready to tear my hair out, I hope I remember to move one space to the left and see how things look from there…11-17puzzleimage211-17puzzleimage

I brilliantly took a picture of the puzzle box, which was small and it was impossible to see the details of the puzzle on the image.  Then I put the picture onto the computer screen and zoomed in and I could roll over the image and see the details.  See the feature photo.  And even that didn’t help.  I’ll never know if I’d have figured it out on my own.  This determination to do everything by myself isn’t always the best idea.

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Agendas…

When I signed on to join the photo group for a trip to the Old Car Museum I didn’t have an agenda.  I was just glad to have a different place to go for photos, plus I’ve spent enough time with members of the group that I knew I’d have fun.  The agenda came later.  I wanted to see a ’56 Chevy BelAir, even if I knew that I didn’t stand a chance of seeing one like the one I learned to drive on.  That one was colorful.  The roof was black and the body of the car was yellow.  But that was before my father had a fender bender in it.  Replacement front fenders and hood came from a junk yard, and they were green.  Let’s just say that you saw that car coming. My father taught me to drive.  He was a fireman and therefore was able to get a key to the huge fairgrounds in our town.  With it’s roads and buildings it was a good place to practice your driving skills.  One memorable day I took a corner a little fast and nearly clipped the corner of one of the buildings.  My father breathed a sigh of relief and told me that he was going to tell me to watch out but in the moment he couldn’t remember my name!

It wasn’t temperamental, this car, you could start from a dead stop in any gear.  I was driving my father to work one day and as we went over a bridge the hood popped up!  You had to keep on your toes with that car.  It wasn’t beautiful, or a status symbol, but for some silly reason I remember it fondly.  Or maybe it was the time I spent with my father that makes me sentimental.

And no, search as I did I didn’t find a ’56 Chevy Bel Air.  The closest I got was a ’57 (I think.)  The tail light detail was rounded, softer, in the ’56.  Maybe next time… 11-2oldcarcitytruckbike11-2oldcarcityoldsmobile11-2oldcarcitymotel11-2oldcarcitydoors11-2oldcarcitycar11-2oldcarcitycar211-2oldcarcityapache1011-2oldcarcitybelaire

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Distractions…

See that guy on the pier there?  He’s taking a picture of the sunset, while I, on the other hand, was paying attention to the pelican.  I couldn’t help myself though.  I was standing with lots of other people on a bigger pier just across from that one.  Pelicans and sea gulls were passing just over our heads and making assaults on fish in the water nearby.  This was causing tons of excitement for two little kids on the pier near me.  Every swoop was met with much laughing and squealing.  It is funny to hear them chattering in an unusual language, Dutch maybe, but their delight in the situation was universal.  Their mom will have her hands full with another one due fairly soon, or so it would seem.  I wish I would have had more wisdom while I was raising my kids, but on the other hand I was young enough to keep up with them, so I suppose it was a trade off.  In the throes of my divorce my ex told me that it was like I was a kid who grew up and was leaving home.  It made me mad at the time, but I have to admit that there was a grain of truth to it.

Other distractions that night were more birds, and just the lovely light falling here and there.  And the reflections…10-30dunedin210-30dunedin710-30dunedin1510-30dunedin13