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Life and death
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Very cool!
I am just sitting here reflecting in the waiting room at the hospital…Just waiting to see how long mom will be kept here…
Blessings to you and your mom, Kim. It must be hard for you now.
Rich for me today, Kathy, to have this theme. I am enjoying the sun in the garden today and the squirrels smelling the spots where my friends planted over 100 daffodils in honor of my Mom on Saturday. Going off to write, just wanted to see what you are up to first. I appreciate our sychronicity. Love, S
100 daffodils in honor of your mom! That is amazing, Suzi. Even the squirrels know how much you loved her.
The light has the “lonely” feel to it. Reflections of the trees are amazing in their detail. Lovely…
I like the Pequaming Cemetery because it feels so magic there. It feels so lonely, yet so comforting with all the trees. I love the way this photo looks as if roots are growing out of the graves. This is one of my favorite photos of ALL TIME! I am going to get it framed.
Food for my soul this day Kathy, thank you.
Thank you, Laurie. I am glad your soul was fed.
I like that the reflection is in sharper focus than the cemetery – and that the fence is keeping death at bay.
Isn’t that interesting, barb? I never thought about the fence keeping death at bay. But it seems to. (Guess what? I climbed over the fence and into the cemetery! That was exciting, let me tell you.)
The light is wonderful. Stunning. It never ceases to amaze me how the quality of light can be so different in different parts of the country/world. And it seems that sometimes the camera captures/sees this more than just us looking at it. Have always wondered about this. Beautiful.
You have a new look!!
It was a gift, Colleen. The light came out at such a unique angle for only a half hour yesterday morning. I never thought about light being so different in other places. Wonder what the light will be like in Florida?
Yes, I kept exploring with new looks several times yesterday afternoon. It was fun–and frustrating. There are certain things I like about each new look, but not others. I like this look a LOT except for the way the comments look. It’s going to take some time to get used to this new commenting format. I wanted something which would show the photos larger. I am head-over-heels in love with large photos. 🙂
I like your new look too! There was a nano-moment of “startle” and then a moment of “am I in the right place” and another moment of “oh, no…change (sighing). Then a settling in and actually seeing your new pages. Very effective.
The comment section is very much like the question of the day set-up in the old Gaia.
I’m looking forward to your thoughts (and images) on the light in Florida. For whatever reason this is what usually stays in my memory long after other images and memories about a place have faded. I love this photo too. Very much!
Colleen, I am still startled by the blog. I need to–quick!!–write more blogs. So we can stop being startled.
I am fascinated by your comment about light staying with you. I am a baby in light-awareness. Can’t wait to learn more!
I came by and thought I’d commented on this yesterday. Very interesting photo and reflection.
I like your new look. 🙂
Robin, I am so confused by this new comment format (and a glut of messages in the inbox of email) that I am not sure who has responded and about what and why. LOL! I love love love this photo. Barry is going to put it in the paper because he likes it too. I want it framed. His co-worker said, “Yeah, yeah, I don’t like this photo so much but I love the one of the tree that fell in the storm that looks like an eagle.” Strange how we all have different tastes! I don’t know why that still startles me.
I thought I posted a comment here, Kathy. Did it die on me? Get buried in cyberspace? Turn to dust? 🙂
Scot, I suspect it’s out there floating in cyberspace somewhere. It has never landed on this here blog, alas. So what did you post? Can you remember your thoughts? Inquiring minds want to know!
Hey youse! I’m like Colleen and wondered if I was in the right place…which isn’t all that unusual for me these days :}! Just got back last night (Sunday) from a weekend downstate w/ my JenJen, Kenzie, Ricky and his Jen, Mom – all at my sister’s home. What fun – they all went to the U of M game and dare I say?
GO BLUE! Jen, Mom and I stayed to be entertained by Miss Kenzie. I shall have to get photos up on FB. I so miss this place when I miss a few days!?!? 🙂
You think you miss this place…we miss YOU! I am glad you had a wonderful weekend downstate. Glad to see that you’ve settled in this slightly-remodeled new living room. How I used to love visiting Ann Arbor when Christopher lived there.