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The Calm

Photos taken along the St. John River – One a lovely summer evening when the water decided to take a siesta from its constant dance with the shores….

 

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ATV Ride–9.3.2012

My last ride before school started – freedom gone Sad smile

 

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Sunset on Cold Mountain in Lille

 

I have a fascination with the sun, who doesn’t?  I’m writing a novel called The Girls Next Door and the setting is a larger version of the little mountain I stared at since my childhood.  The novel showcases a small town, the Tri-Valley area (fictional) but the mountain is real.  Maybe someday I’ll own the mountain (like my character Leigh Drake does).  Enjoy! 

PotD–3.31.2012

A calmly flowing river

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this moment-3.16.2012

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{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Inspired by SouleMama.

If you have a ‘moment’ to share, leave a link to your post in the comments for all to find and see.

Photo(s) of The Day 3.11.2012

I want to try and post a picture or picture set a day, with a little blurb about it – and on Fridays do the silent picture moment. I sorted through photos yesterday and I have over 3,000 digitalized pictures. I’ve only had a digital camera since 2009, at least, a GOOD one. My wife, Julia, bought it for me. Previously she had gotten me a great Canon Rebel (film) and I do have many of those, but on disc. My goal this summer is to back them all up so that I have access to them.

Lille Church

The church in Lille has been going through renovations for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember mass being said in it, but I remember going IN it when I was young. If I was supposed to be there or not, I don’t remember that. It’s gotten a face lift in the last few years. This is what it looked like previously.


This is what it looks like now.


OUI, the original color WAS green. Maybe that’s why I’ve always had a fascination with it. The following are pictures of a May sunset, if I’d had a tripod they’d have been much better. That’s my next investment. The 1st one is an HDR version of one of the pictures, so it’s been modified to look just like we see it with the human eye. Enjoy



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{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Inspired by SouleMama.

If you have a ‘moment’ to share, leave a link to your post in the comments for all to find and see.

Perspective and Always Looking Up

Life is all about perspective. How you view yourself, the ones you love, your family, your whole world. I tend to look up or at least, above where I am now and see what could be, you know, dream a little dream? I try and be energetic and optimistic because I’ve had lots of bad stuff happen to me, and lots of good stuff too. I tend to push away the bad stuff and hold onto the good stuff, you know, always looking up. I work in a business (health care) that can sometimes be dreary and we often find ourselves walking down the long hallways, looking down at our feet and not looking up at faces in the halls. Life is a long road, filled with parallels like railroad tracks, the people who go with you on that journey are the slats that connect the parallel rails. It’s a beautiful journey, but filled with bumps and changing scenery, but our perspective is what keeps it fresh and alive.


Being optimistic can be a pain in the ass sometimes, I mean that. People expect that jolly attitude, goodness forbid that you have an off day and aren’t whistling the Smurf Theme song all the time. Or always be that great person who will come into help on your day off, or give up your free time, or just, darn it, be a great person and pitch in a little extra. But, sometimes you just can’t do it. Or you just can’t always be “that” person. It gets me down at times. When that happens, I try to go outside and take a walk, or sit and write to change my outlook. Always look up. You never know what you will see, a smiling face, a brilliant sunset, or a wicked blue sky.


Perspective is such a tricky thing. Sometimes we, as a person or a worker, or as a mother or daughter feel like we aren’t making a difference, that the river of life just keep raging right by us and no matter how hard we paddle we just aren’t getting anywhere! I have a girlfriend, my wife, my lover, my soul mate, whom I adore, and I can’t marry her because I have boobs too. That’s the long and the short of it, isn’t it? It’s anatomy. If on my birth certificate it said male, I’d have been hitched a month after she moved in with me. But because it says female and I was born with boobs and not a penis, nope, it’s not happening. I always thought marriage was about love. I was wrong. It’s about politics. Sometimes I talk to people about the whole same sex marriage thing, sometimes I post fun rants on Facebook, but mostly I feel like the river of repression is pushing right by me and I can’t do anything about it. Then I’m reminded that one small pebble or one small weed, or stick, can alter the course of a river, make a ripple that can be felt inches, then feet, then yards from where it began. Then I talk to more people and I post more funny rants.


So take a look around you. Look at the people who pepper your everyday life, the ones who you like, who you love and then change that perspective. We stand one way on earth and look to our left, to our right, and then sometimes we look down, but don’t forget to always look up. You might be amazed at what you see.


Photography by JMG


Winter Day

It hasn’t snowed all that much this winter (come on, folks! A few winters ago we had 200 inches of snow!). Yesterday I got home and snowblowed my drive, at least, part of it so that my Yaris wouldn’t get caught on a drift (it’s a small car!). This morning we got up to Ricky plowing our drive (he does a wonderful job) and a nice, crisp, cool, yet sunny day was unfolding – so, of course, the camera came out.

There is nothing like the blue of the sky the day after a snow storm. I don’t know why, maybe it’s the contrast of the blue and the white, or the cold and the sky. I truly don’t care. It’s always breathtaking. The sun lights up the snow, it sparkles and twinkles, it’s pretty.

A camera can’t capture, no matter how hard we try, the perfection of nature sometimes.

The sun warmed the icicles on the back of our garage, one drop at a time fell back to the earth, changed from one composition to another – just a simply pretty sight.

So, as much as we complain about the snow, it is brilliant to look at. While it’s cold, it brings a simple beauty to our world, covering things up, accenting others. Instead of stopping and smelling the roses, we can stop and take in the winter beauty.

JMG

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