(Yosemite. April 2006)

I stumbled across Photo Friday and decided I like it better than the Flashback Friday thing I had been doing. It gives me a theme while allowing me to use old photos. I like having a theme. It’s direction. Direction can be a good thing when I’m at a loss as to what to post or write about.

This week’s challenge is “Immature.” After sorting through photos of M the Elder and M the Younger, as well as the obvious granddaughter archives, I decided on this one. During one of our short hikes in Yosemite we saw a lot of giant trees. This little tree stood out so much precisely because it was so small and immature.

The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Wisdom of the Sands, translated from French by Stuart Gilbert

Flashback Friday

(At the air dock. May 2006)

(Over the pond. November 24, 2006)

They must be practicing take-offs and landings with the new (or not-so-new anymore) Goodyear blimp again. I’ve seen the blimp every day this week. Today was a good day to be looking up. Not only did the blimp come by again, but the heron, the kingfisher, and the red-tailed hawk were all here. To top that off, a hot air ballon came floating by a few minutes ago.

If you click on the second photo it should enlarge it enough for you to see the heron in flight over the pond. The blimp is that little blurb above the treeline. The first photo was taken back in May when we picked up a friend and her 2-year-old son and took them out to the air dock to watch as they practiced take-offs and landings. The little guy seemed to enjoy it, as did the adults. We were lucky enough to see them move the blimp into the air dock when they finished, too.

I’m home alone for the weekend. The M&M’s left a little while ago. They’re driving out to Pennsylvania to start our move. A friend who lives out there is loaning us furniture. The M&M’s, with some help from family and friends, will be moving that furniture into our new apartment tomorrow. I’m feeling a little left out, but there really isn’t anything I can do to help and the long drive out there would’ve done me no good at all.

I have the whole house and the whole weekend to myself. I’m thinking an at-home spa weekend will be just the thing. I can soak in the disco tub with the lights and air jets on, give myself a facial, and find all kinds of other little ways to pamper myself. I don’t have a car so I’m not going anywhere, but the weather is once again glorious enough that the occasional stroll around the pond is possible, depending on how I’m feeling.

It’s going to be a good weekend. 🙂

Language… has created the word “loneliness” to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word “solitude” to express the glory of being alone. ~Paul Johannes Tillich, The Eternal Now