Monday, December 3, 2012

Once Upon A Time……


Once Upon A Time……
Six, not so young maidens, (well, maybe one) prepared to set forth on an adventure.  Their quest was not for riches and gold, but for something much more treasured.   They searched for quietness, the tranquility of the sea.  They yearned for the soothing touch of calmness; the regeneration of body and soul.  Soon, the melody of the waves would ring through their thoughts, as they gaze upon the gentle softness, of the waters peaceful ballet.
And so their journey soon begins…..

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Picture Perfect Expressions

"Well, I'll Be"



I'm running late this week, but here's my entry.  I think this expression suits him just fine here.  LOL 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Just Words....



As the rain falls,
She can almost hear it whisper her name.
Drops softly caress her skin
The worries of the day are washed away
Peace comes over her
Head thrown back, arms to the sky,
Her laughter echoes through the night
As her dance, with the rain, begins.

Monday, November 12, 2012

So In Love....





Running a restaurant, you get to know your customers.  They become friends and find their way into your heart.  Earl and Nellie Locklear come to the restaurant frequently.  I love them dearly.  They’re such a wonderful couple. 
Each year, on Veterans Day, Mr. Earl wears his uniform.  And each year, I have my camera ready.  This year they didn’t come to eat, but Mr. Earl was in uniform and came by so I could take his picture.  We were busy and the restaurant was full, so I was so afraid my shots were not going to be any good.  I took a couple of him alone.  Then I took this shot.  The minute I looked at it on camera the words “You look so in Love” popped right out of my mouth.  I felt myself tear up.  Yes, the romantic in me came out in full force.
I don’t know their story yet, but I will.  I’m sure they have had their share of troubles as all couples do, but look at the way they look at each other.  That’s what it’s all about.  That’s love.  They’ve been together for many years and still the love they feel for each other shows, outwardly shinning for all to see. 

Friday, November 9, 2012

Picture Perfect Sentimental

Picture Perfect Sentimental - linda0947's Blog - Blogster


This weeks theme  is sentimental.  When I saw it, this was the first image I thought of.  It's not one of my best, but it is one that is very precious to me.  The shot is from my brothers wedding.  My grandmonster, Tyler, wanted to dance with his Aunt Mitzi.  He ws the first to dance with the bride.  He was so proud to dance with her and it made her so happy when he asked to dance with her.  This is a moment I will always cherish.
My friends here know that Mitzi is no longer with us.  She died of cancer before their first anniversary.  Cherie is right....the best quality isn't always the best shot.

Friday, October 12, 2012

PIcture Perfect Contrast



My take on Contrast...light and dark.  This shot was taken at St. Johns in Savannah.  This church is so beautiful.  When I saw the light coming in through the window, I wanted this shot.  I loved the way the light was hitting it.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Picture Perfect....Aglow

My little cousin Randijo. This is from my archives....work work work...no time to shoot, until Monday...LOLL

Sunday, September 30, 2012


10/21/2008

 

She came to me through a veil of sleep

Appearing from another time

A genteel look of sadness upon her face

She had something to say to me

She spoke, her words lost to me

But I understood

We both longed for the same thing

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Creative Challange 223


A shattered heart

Replaced by stone

The burden hers to carry alone

A love so deep she would feel

His love an illusion a lie unreal

The darkest black would come to call

Once again she would fall

Spiraling back to a past love

That could not be and never was

Confused alone forlorn

Once again she would mourn

The past couple of days have been....

very confusing, with a lot of extra emotion thrown in. I have something I need to write. I need to write.....until then...this sorta of ties in.



Far Away
Michael Wood
I recieved a gift today that brought this post to mind. It was something very precious that I'll always treasure.
To the light that shines in my life....you give me comfort, strength and so much more.
Thank you
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When I saw this painting, I thought about Nickelbacks song "Far Away" and a story someone once told me.
It was a story about their Grandparents. A story of hope and love. The Grandfather had gone off to find his way in the world. The two were separated by time and distance for many years and yet, the love they felt for each other survived. Eventually, they were reunited and lived out their lives together.
When I think of this story, it always reminds me of "The Legend of the Claddaugh". Another story of love that lasted the test of time.
It's nice to know that love like this exist. That two souls can weather any storm.




The following was written by Robert Hogan. He gave me his permission to use this anytime. It was in my blast for a while.
Feeling allows pain, but feeling allows love. It's a trade off. I can deal with pain, I could nor would not want to numb myself to love.
When I read this, it really touched me. It actually changed the way I viewed some things. I have been blessed to know much love in my life. Family and friends. I've known the romantic love. I have loved very deeply. Sometimes the love we feel isn't returned but, I think that having the ability to Love is a wonderful thing.
I don't know if I'll ever give that kind of love to anyone again. Honestly, it scares the shit out of me. I don't fall in love easily but, when I do, I fall hard. I have known the pain of love but, I can't say that I regret the times it was in my life.
What I really think is, I'm tired. I haven't slept much the past few days and I just have too much stuff rolling around in my head. Since I have to get up at 4 AM, I think I'm going to try to call it a night.
Hope you all have had a great weekend.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Creative Challage #221

On The Wings Of A Dragon
On the wings of a dragon she flies
out of the darkness and into the light
Sadness and pain cannot find her here
There is no place for anger and fear
peace and tranquility fill her heart
as she soars though the heavens up to the stars
this is where she paints her dreams
of things to come, things unseen
and if in time she loves again
this will be where her life begins
 
 


Monday, September 10, 2012

My Daughter....Brandy




Brandy left me a note on FB a few minutes ago. It brought me to tears. She's been through a lot in the past and she's overcome a lot. Some of you know her story and you were there for me during those times.
This is the note she left me:
Dear Momma, I can't tell u enough that I love u.... How could I not??? At the times that I was not a good daughter and disappointed, scared, and worried U. U still loved me. Stuck by me. And helped me get through those times. On top of all that u r and where back then a Good Hard Workin Mom & gave me the best life. Thank u. U...
r the mom I can only hope to be. And so far after being a mom myself.... I only look up too u for being so strong when that thing everyone calls LIFE tried to knock u down. I only hope that one day I will be able to hear my sons say the same to me..... Love U, your daughter<- Brandy Nicole Deal :)
It reminded me of a post I did a long time ago...The Magic of the Bandaid.... I posted it on FB for her. It's so hard to know your children are hurting and going through things you've already experienced. I wish a bandaid could help her now. This is the post I left her:
The magic of the Bandaid.

9/28/2008

When my girls were young, the band-aid was a magical thing. No matter the problem, a band-aid always seemed to be the fix. That or a kiss to the offended area. Still works with the grandmonsters.
It was a cure-all for everything it seemed. Skinned knees, scratches and sometimes even when there seemed to be no evidence of a ...
boo boo, a band-aid placed on the arm, leg or whatever always seemed to make them feel better.
As they got older the magic of the band-aid receded. Walking out of childhood into the teenage years and growing into a young adult, the power of the band-aid was lost. Sad isn't it, the things we lose from childhood.
A kiss seemed to have the same affect. I always tried to kiss the hurt away. Once, when Brandy was young, she literally busted her arse. Admist the tears, she began to laugh. She looked at me and said kiss it Mama. The little shite. It's a moment I'll always remember. Laughter through tears....
It seems the older they get, the harder it is to kiss the hurt away. We watch as our children go through the pains of life and most times, there's not much we can do. I feel so helpless sometimes and long for the power of the band-aid.
When they suffer the trials of life, we can love them, be there for them, give advice but most times we just have to let time heal the wounds.
Being a Mother is the hardest job there is I think. But, it's also one that's full of rewards.

My daughter....Brandy

 Brandy left me a note on FB a few minutes ago.  It brought me to tears.  She's been through a lot in the past and she's overcome a lot.  Some of you know her story and you were there for me during those times.

This is the note she left me:

 

Dear Momma, I can't tell u enough that I love u.... How could I not??? At the times that I was not a good daughter and disappointed, scared, and worried U. U still loved me. Stuck by me. And helped me get through those times. On top of all that u r and where back then a Good Hard Workin Mom & gave me the best life. Thank u. U...
r the mom I can only hope to be. And so far after being a mom myself.... I only look up too u for being so strong when that thing everyone calls LIFE tried to knock u down. I only hope that one day I will be able to hear my sons say the same to me..... Love U, your daughter<- Brandy Nicole Deal :)
 
 
It reminded me of a post I did a long time ago...The Magic of the Bandaid....  I posted it on FB for her.  It's so hard to know your children are hurting and going through things you've already experienced. I wish a bandaid could help her now. This is the post I left her:
 
 
  The magic of the Bandaid.

9/28/2008

When my girls were young, the band-aid was a magical thing. No matter the problem, a band-aid always seemed to be the fix. That or a kiss to the offended area. Still works with the grandmonsters.
It was a cure-all for everything it seemed. Skinned knees, scratches and sometimes even when there seemed to be no evidence of a ...
boo boo, a band-aid placed on the arm, leg or whatever always seemed to make them feel better.
As they got older the magic of the band-aid receded. Walking out of childhood into the teenage years and growing into a young adult, the power of the band-aid was lost. Sad isn't it, the things we lose from childhood.
A kiss seemed to have the same affect. I always tried to kiss the hurt away. Once, when Brandy was young, she literally busted her arse. Admist the tears, she began to laugh. She looked at me and said kiss it Mama. The little shite. It's a moment I'll always remember. Laughter through tears....
It seems the older they get, the harder it is to kiss the hurt away. We watch as our children go through the pains of life and most times, there's not much we can do. I feel so helpless sometimes and long for the power of the band-aid.
When they suffer the trials of life, we can love them, be there for them, give advice but most times we just have to let time heal the wounds.
Being a Mother is the hardest job there is I think. But, it's also one that's full of rewards.
                                                             

 

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Word of the day...

The Word of the Day for September 9 is:

lugubrious \loo-GOO-bree-us\ adjective
1 : mournful; especially : exaggeratedly or affectedly mournful
2 : dismal

Examples:
Katie's friends guessed immediately from her lugubrious expression that she and her boyfriend had broken up.

"Then beneath that lugubrious lament comes a kind of gentle chugging rhythm, like the clickety-clack of a train, against which Sweeney thumbs his nose at the sentimentality established at the start of the song." — From a review by Steven Leigh Morris in LA Weekly, June 14, 2012

Did you know?
"It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery," wrote Publilius Syrus in the first century BC. Perhaps this explains why "lugubrious" is so woeful—it's all alone. Sure, we can dress up "lugubrious" with suffixes to form "lugubriously" or "lugubriousness," but the word remains essentially an only child—the sole surviving English offspring of its Latin ancestors. This wasn't always the case, though. "Lugubrious" once had a linguistic living relative in "luctual," an adjective meaning "sad" or "sorrowful." Like "lugubrious," "luctual" traced ultimately to the Latin verb "lug─ôre," meaning "to mourn." "Luctual," however, faded into obsolescence long ago, leaving "lugubrious" to carry on the family's mournful mission all alone.

The above is copy and pasted from my daily email. I love words and enjoy learning new ones. This one, however, seemed to fit the moment. The atmosphere in Multiply is "lugubrious."  The time is coming when we won't be here. I don't remember feeling this way when 360 closed. Maybe, my connections there weren't as strong as the connections I've made here. There are friends here from 360 still, but many have fallen along the wayside.

There are a few friends I made here that I haven't heard from in a long time. Emm is one. I miss her so much. I worry about here and she's in my thoughts often. I do have her on my messenger and an email address, so I'll still send a note now and then, just to let her know I'm thinking of her. I did have her phone numbers, but it was in one of the phones I drowned. I really need to invest in an address book.

It's the same with Pam, or Vamp as most knew here. She pops in occasionally just to let me know she's still breathing. The last I heard, she was very happy and on her way to becoming a blushing bride....LOL She would kill me for that. People didn't always understand her and couldn't see how she and I could be friends, but we clicked.....and a bond was formed.

Some of the friends here have gone on to FB. I'm not a big facebook fan, but I can keep up with them there.  Rach, Claire, Linda B, and Holly. Many of you are there also. Becky, aka Mop, I keep with me wherever I go. One of these days I'm gonna get that Chic here or Morticia and I are gonna have to make that trip.

I'm hanging here till the end. 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Just wanted to play

 
I haven't played with layers and brushes in so long....I've forgotten a lot.  And blogger won't let me make the last image large....go figure....
 
 




 
 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Creative Challage Journey



She was finally here. The place she had always dreamed of. That place that had aways called to her.

She stood there, looking at the beauty before her. Rays of light beaming, through the clouds, above the magnificent old building. The birds seem to be drawn to the light, as was she. Circling ever upward, toward it's warmth.

So many emotions filled her. Peace, contentment. A sense of arriving home after a long journey.

But, there was also sadness. A feeling of emptiness. She was not supposed to be here alone. The one that had been her light, the one that had pulled her from the storm, had fallen into a darkness of his own. What she had offered, what she had given, had not been enough. She had not been enough.

Life was full of such strange twists and turns. The one who had given her hope, the one that had seen her, even though she tried to hide this from others, had also been the one to give her strength. The one that had given her the courage to walk away, the ability, to say goodbye.

There was something waiting for her here. She knew it. She could feel it. She would leave the sadness and emptiness behind. Her time had come. She was off to find her destiny. Whatever that might be.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

One Proud Mama


Aug 29, '12 10:37 PM
for everyone

 

I am one proud Mama. My daughter, Tamara, is now FEMA certified. She sent me this photo in a text a few minutes ago. All she’s wanted to do, since she was 14 years old is become a paramedic and to help people. She’s chasing her dreams hard and they’re coming to life…..

 

One Proud Mama

 

I am one proud Mama.  My daughter, Tamara, is now FEMA certified.  She sent me this photo in a text a few minutes ago.  All she’s wanted to do, since she was 14 years old is become a paramedic and to help people.  She’s chasing her dreams hard and they’re coming to life…..
 

Picture Perfect Double Whammy

Here Comes the Bride

August 28, 1965
December 11, 2009



My post this week is in memory of my sister-in-law and dear friend……Mitzi Lynn Hudson. I took this photo the day she and my brother were married. Yesterday was her birthday. Clyde and Mitzi had been together for many years. They, like most couples, had their share of ups and downs. They were separated for a time, but eventually, found their way back to each other. They were married on Friday the 13th. This was just like Mitzi. I spent that whole week with her running around….preparing and dodging obstacles. Mitzi was diagnosed with Cancer before their first wedding anniversary.
While I was with her that week, she kept talking about a knot on her head. She was trying to cover it with her hair. At the time, we didn’t know it was a tumor. She was sick then. I’m so thankful I had that time with her. We created more memories to share.
Morticia and I went to Ga. To see her while she was in the hospital. As sick as she was, she was still Mitzi. I walked in during one of the visits and told her I had drove thru Tallahassee…..she raised her head, attempted to look out the window and said “I don’t hear any helicopters.” That was Mitzi….


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http://thatswhenwesnapped.blogspot.com/2012/08/picture-perfect-double-whammy.html

Picture Perfect Double Whammy

 
Here Comes the Bride
 

August 28, 1965
December 11, 2009

 

My post this week is in memory of my sister-in-law and dear friend……Mitzi Lynn Hudson.  I took this photo the day she and my brother were married.  Yesterday was her birthday.  Clyde and Mitzi had been together for many years.  They, like most couples, had their share of ups and downs.  They were separated for a time, but eventually, found their way back to each other.  They were married on Friday the 13th.  This was just like Mitzi.  I spent that whole week with her running around….preparing and dodging obstacles.  Mitzi was diagnosed with Cancer before their first wedding anniversary. 
While I was with her that week, she kept talking about a knot on her head.  She was trying to cover it with her hair.  At the time, we didn’t know it was a tumor.  She was sick then.  I’m so thankful I had that time with her.  We created more memories to share. 
Morticia and I went to Ga. To see her while she was in the hospital.  As sick as she was, she was still Mitzi.  I walked in during one of the visits and told her I had drove thru Tallahassee…..she raised her head, attempted to look out the window and said “I don’t hear any helicopters.”  That was Mitzi….


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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Shared with me by my friend Victor Torres CSI Scotland County


This story came to me in an email.  I don’t usually copy and paste emails, but this should be shared.  It had me in tears.

IT'S WHAT YOU SCATTER

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes... I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.


Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.


'Hello Barry, how are you today?'


'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good'


'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'

'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'
'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.

'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

'All I got's my prize marble here.'


'Is that right? Let me see it', said Miller.


'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'


'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.


'Not zackley but almost.'

'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.

'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'



Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.


When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'


I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.


Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.


Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket.


Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.


Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.

They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.'


'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ...'


With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral:
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.