Tuesday, August 19, 2014

what if. . .

“You only get one life. It's actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.” 
― Jojo MoyesMe Before You

There has to be balance I think, for myself anyway. Moments of calmness, quiet and light seeking; along with moments of carefree laughter, messiness and haste. There needs to be moments to create, be it cooking or taking photos or writing, along with moments of interaction and listening. Listening is so important. 

I could feel my stress level raise that last night in the cabin as I was trying to go to sleep. I knew we were coming home to the final pack-up of the house on the east side and the change of me being home, real home, full time and him making the long trek back and forth again, like he has done for so many years before. I have to follow my gut on this and overcome the doubts and bask in the bitter-sweetness of it all I think. I talked to him in the dark a bit about it and he calmed me down, like he always does. 

I came home feeling full of family and goodness and love and a bit of nostalgia for only real life. I would wake each morning slowly, watching the lake and the trees in the morning breeze, dozing off and on and sleeping in later and later each day. There is a kind of hazy nourishment to starting a day out like this. The urge to see what went on in the world lies deep and there is a different type of renewal. I want to hold on to that for a bit if I can for it made me feel rejuvenated and full. 

I purposely entered the online world slowly when I returned, battling that fierce urge I had to sit at my computer all day to catch up. I noticed new projects in the making, a beautiful new blog started by a close fiend, an invitation to a photography group on Facebook; so much creative goodness had happened in just eight short days. And I am behind on the two classes I am taking. What if I can't catch up????? What if???? 

I might not. . . and that is okay.  But the pull of sharing creatively online is true and real and okay. As is the pull of real live life and unplugging for a bit. Both are real. Both have their purpose and for me, both have their necessity. 

thanks for stopping by today, 
i hope your week is playing out well. . . 

ps:: just a side note... I have been messing with the layout of my blog and the font and size of the font, and it just makes all the past post look so goofy! I am not sure how to make them look okay again, other than going in and changing them all! 

Friday, August 8, 2014

Tacos or Greek. . .

 “Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do.” ~ Steve Jobs

Tacos or Greek food I asked him.... mmmmm, Greek for sure. 
A few hours around our table before we had to say goodbye again; putting him on the plane for Alaska. We leave for the lake, without him, in a few days and somehow that does not seem right. He and I will both have birthdays before he returns, two days apart, so there will be a big family celebration come September. He rocks my world, he is so happy. He loves what he does and is so good at it, it is hard not to be full of joy for him. But still. . .  it is so hard to put him on that plane. 

thanks for stopping by today, 
i will be MIA for a bit. . .
sitting on the dock! 

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

midweek moments. . .

“That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!” 

“There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want.” 

Oh my this was fun!!!

Jordan comes home today for 25 hours!
i hope you have a great day, 

Monday, August 4, 2014

hot cocoa and a getting serious . . .

 "Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts." ~ Walker Evans

 I spent part of the morning going back and forth with Jordan, who is still in Norway, on Facebook. We were doing the private message thing, which really is pretty slick, especially when someone you love is out of the country. 

He is having an amazing time and they have been kept pretty busy. He shared some of the photos he has taken with me and suddenly I feel as if I have so much to learn. 

I think Jordan has an amazing eye, and he is a bit colorblind. He seems to be drawn to shapes and light in ways that I am just leaning to do. He took lots of photography classes in college, spent time in the darkroom on campus and built a small make-do one in our laundry room. He understands his camera inside and out. And he makes it all look so easy. 

He post processes in Lightroom, using all his own edits. No purchased presets for him. And he processes the majority of  his photos in black and white; something I am starting to do more and more of. 

He shared lots of people shots, as he was at a wedding, but also some nights shots of the Stavanger, where they are staying. Honestly his captures were amazing and really made me think about where I want to go with this photography thing. I know I have felt in a rut lately. Maybe it is time to get serious. . . 


This is one of my favorite roses in my yard. It is called Hot Cocoa and the color is hard to capture with a camera. One year it was Oprah's favorite rose too and she had hundreds planted in her gardens. I only have two. 

hope your week is off to a grand start, 

Thursday, July 31, 2014

nightshade. . .

“May I a small house and large garden have;
And a few friends,
And many books, both true.” 
― Abraham Cowley

I have logged hundreds of hours in our vegetable garden over the years. It started out small, then grew to twenty something 4x8 foot raised beds full of summer goodness. As the boys grew up and started to leave home some of the beds were left idle, until finally we just took some of them out altogether and planted grass. But still, we have a good sized patch of dirt just aching to be planted. 

When our garden was in full swing I would head out there first thing in the morning to weed and water and pick that day's bounty. I think it is about the best therapy there is. The boys would wander out as they woke up and pick a carrot or beg for fried new potatoes for breakfast. There were days we ate almost entirely from our garden. 

Fresh dug potatoes from the garden are tender and sweet and just about the best tasting things you can eat; as are warm, ripe tomatoes and bright orange carrots. They taste nothing like what you get in the store or even the farmers markets. 

Over the weekend the guys made me three new compost bins and they emptied out the old ones, putting the dirt into the garden beds. Come next spring I will be at it again. 

I wandered out there a few days ago with my camera to take a photo of those brand new compost bins (constructed from reclaimed sources found elsewhere in our yard!) They are sturdy and grand and empty! 

I came across this delicate little purple plant meandering between our fence-line and the run off which flows into the Seattle watershed. The tiny little purple flowers turn into green and then red berries. I Goggled it and it seems it is a native invasive plant called bitter nightshade. And you can see it's resemblance to tomatoes flowers and even potatoes, which are also from the nightshade family.  Right now it is on the other side of the fence, but I will have to watch it to make sure it does not get too friendly and take over my space because come next spring that patch is all mine! 

thanks again for stopping by, 
you really do make me smile. . .