Returning

Blackcreek NY- February 28, 2011

~walking through

the snow~ 

    together

a moment of bliss~

I have been away a lot... It seems I have been going away most of my life. And all I want to do is stay. I want to stay home. This last trip was an unexpected but necessary one.

My bother D~  has  been suggesting (for quite some time) that I head back to Buffalo. I have not been back since my nephews funeral -( a year and three months-) every time I thought about going my stomach tightened and my brain short circuited.  Long story short I went back to Buffalo over the weekend and just returned last night.

Everything went well-  I rode up with my brothers step-daughter - she has a lot to say so I had no time to be overcome by anxiety about going back.  I stayed the first night at my brothers house and then went to my parents house for lunch on Saturday. At 2 I went and had a nice visit with my 100 year old grandmother- I brought the quilt her mother made and turned the conversation to her childhood- it was a special time.  I then returned to my parents home and we went out to dinner and had a wonderful meal and lovely time.  I then stayed there that evening and slept with a dead pope, just kidding- (My mom is into Pope John Paul II and the room I slept in is filled with books about him or written by him.)

In the morning I went to my childhood church for mass with my parents. In the "that is not a coincidence department" there was a baptism planned for that day- the child's being baptised had my name, Therese Marie.

I left my parents home after lunch and visited with my youngest sister for a while- she showed me all the rooms she has painted and we went to an antique store. I left there at 4 and headed 2 hours away to visit my other sister and spent the night there and the next day. (The photo above is from our time spent walking on her land.).


My next trip is not unitl March 17th-

Whirling with Abandon

Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg- VA- Jan 21, 2011

A cold winter wind blew thoughtlessly down the sunny path; forcing a tattered brown leaf to  let go of her branch. And in a moment of light filled bliss, the leaf whirled and flitted with the abandon of  a 5 year old girl wearing a bejeweled and gossamer dress. 

A River of Stones - a 30 day challenge in observation

So ok - I am thinking things may be a bit redundant here.  My daily walk, seemingly has become my muse for finding words. So what is a photographer to do?   This image and many of my more recent images have become a visual for the words in my head. It is quite backwards- and I am completely undisturbed by this change. I guess that is a good thing. Maybe I can get back to being just a photographer after I am done with my A River of Stones challenge- but I doubt it. Thanks to everyone for keeping me company during this challenge- only 9 more days to go.

Oh and yes I did play with my blog design- what do you think?