Revenge of Mr. McGregor

On Easter Sunday afternoon,

Julie and I went for a walk in the neighborhood.

We saw this horrific site through a car window.

Bunny BeGone

Could be Flopsy

Could be Mopsy

Could even be Dropsy

Definitely not Cottontail

Have a Heart

On Valentine's Day, 

Julie and I headed down to the Spokane River.

The water line was low, 

a bit of pebbled beach was exposed

at the foot of the rock slope

where stone and roots are usually covered.

Heart of Stone

We had fun

creating works of art

and heart.

Simon's Cat Wishes You

A Happy Easter!

Jo & Mom

Jodie & I took a walk 

at the Coeur d'Alene Resort. 

A good day.

On the Boardwalk

from the archives: 04-17-2009

Jodie ... from days gone by

While jostling with the photos on my computer, I came across this oldie but goodie of Jodie when she was in 8th grade. She'd won a makeover and photo shoot from a local modeling outfit. The photos they took of her were ... unimpressive. So she asked me to take some photos of her after school that day, while she was still dolled up. I'd forgotten about this one! Likey!

Glamour-puss

Gratitude

I am Grateful ...

For being the wife

Who says it's leftovers tonight,

Because I am home,

Not working the late shift,

And we had more than enough to eat last night.

For my husband

Who is fell asleep early,

Because he worked hard all day,

Has a good job,

And is home with me.

For my teenager

Who is complaining about being stretched too thin,

Because it means she is a superb student, has a job,

And spends time with a great group of friends.

For my young adult

Who landed back at home

After completing grad school,

Because it means she had a soft place to fall

And trusts us to boost her to the next level.

For my daughter

Who struggles to just feel normal,

Because she hasn't given up

And is still alive.

For my job as family Trustee,

Because despite the frustrations,

It means my daughters, nieces and nephews

Had a chance to go to college.

For the taxes we pay,

Because it means

We are doing our part

To help the common good.

For the mess to clean after a party,

Because it means I was able

To give my daughter a memorable prom night.

For the clothes that fit a little too snug,

Because it means

I have enough to eat.

For my shadow that watches me work,

Because it means

I am out in the sunshine.

For a lawn that needs raking,

Windows that need cleaning,

And doors that need painting,

Because it means I have a home.

For all the complaining

I hear about the government,

Because it means

We have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot

I find at the far end of the parking lot,

Because it means I am capable of walking,

I have a gym membership,

And I have been blessed with transportation.

For our huge heating bill,

Because it means

I was warm this winter.

For the baby who won't stop crying

At the next table in the restaurant,

For I can hear

And don't have to cook.

For the pile of laundry and mending,

Because it means

I have clothes to wear.

For weariness and aching muscles

At the end of the day,

Because it means I am

Capable of working hard.

For the doctor bills,

Because it means I'm one of a minority

Who gets preventative care

And has health insurance.

For waking at dawn,

Because it means I am alive

And my husband is stirring beside me. 

Sunday Secrets ... 2011

PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard. I find it to be an insightful sociological experiment.

I haven't posted any secrets for quite some time, so these twelve secrets are a conglomeration of various post cards that caught my attention from the last several weeks. No comments from me. I'll let the secrets speak for themselves as they spoke to me.

 

Clothes Horse

North Idaho has some pretty happenin' fashion goin' on.

Not only do trees wear hats

They also like other fashion accessories!

Trees Wear Belts

Golden

The evening Jodie and I drove into San Francisco, it was extremely foggy and dripping rain. There was a good deal of traffic -- at least more than I was comfortable with. In the pea soup and grainy light, we crossed the Bay.

The Golden Gate

A Walk in the Park

My daughter Julie and I walked down to the Spokane River yesterday. It was a truly gorgeous Spring afternoon -- the first when we were able to go for a walk without a sweater! The air was crisp, the sun warm on our faces, the sky an extreme blue, the clouds passed in puffy waves.

The Spokane River runs high and green right now. The snow pack in the surrounding mountains is melting, and the valley is filling with fresh water. Julie and I strolled and chatted, communing with each other and nature.

Spokane River Rises

My friend Maureen wrote on her blog recently ...
"The day I took this photo, ... it became the reminder to me that when I am mindful of what I am doing, no matter how mundane, I can be grateful for what is ...right at this moment."

A large part of what I love about photography is the way it forces me into the present moment. While looking through my shutter, there is nothing more obvious than the here and now. I'm so glad that Julie and I stopped on the shore, grabbed our cameras, and became entwined with our gorgeous surroundings.

On this Fine Spring Morning

We woke up to this ...

Snow on the Buds

Poem: Prayer for Our Daughters

I was listening to
The Writer's Almanac 
podcast and heard this poem. 

Just had to share!

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Prayer for Our Daughters
by Mark Jarman

May they never be lonely at parties
Or wait for mail from people they haven't written
Or still in middle age ask God for favors
Or forbid their children things they were never forbidden.

May hatred be like a habit they never developed
And can't see the point of, like gambling or heavy drinking.
If they forget themselves, may it be in music
Or the kind of prayer that makes a garden of thinking.

May they enter the coming century
Like swans under a bridge into enchantment
And take with them enough of this century
To assure their grandchildren it really happened.

May they find a place to love, without nostalgia
For some place else that they can never go back to.
And may they find themselves, as we have found them,
Complete at each stage of their lives, each part they add to.

May they be themselves, long after we've stopped watching.
May they return from every kind of suffering
(Except the last, which doesn't bear repeating)
And be themselves again, both blessed and blessing.

 --

"Prayer for Our Daughters"
by Mark Jarman

from Bone Fires: New and Selected Poems. 

© Sarabande Books, 2011.

On a Damp Spring Morning

Julie and I took a walk in the park, 

by the river, through the woods.

It was my first time since the snow melted.

The Forest Floor Awakens