While vacationing in Santa Barbara, California, my husband, Danny, and I walked to the farmers’ market. I spied something enveloped in a garden bed. I took a double take. Yep. It appears someone partied hard Friday night and trounced home naked or in their boxers or thong. I left the pair of jeans in their new habitat and didn’t investigate for size or gender. I didn’t want to find *gulp* underwear.
I’m back in Wisconsin and took these selfies in my parents’ living room. The rectangles in the background are my father’s paintings.
Going home will be like waking from a dream. Flashes of memories will surround me after focused time with my parents. The clarity I have now will dissolve after returning to Boulder. Like most memories, this week will become a blur.
Do your vacations race by? Do you photograph special moments?
This post is a response to the Daily Post Photo Challenge – Blur
Ephemeral – Lasting for a very short time.
Isn’t all of life ephemeral?
Is seeing believing or do we only see what we believe? Continue reading
We probably won’t take a vacation until May, so I’ve been drooling over my vacation photos. These are a few I took in California last year. I miss the fresh sea air, the farm-to-table restaurants and the blending of architecture, art, and landscape found at the Getty Museum. I hope to visit again soon.
My daughter, Courtney, gazes at the ocean in Santa Monica.
There was a whole lot of converging going on at Breckenridge Ski Resort. I took several photos of my wild Colorado adventure as it emerged. Continue reading
Sunset in Aruba
Original – Santa Barbara Pier
All images were photographed directly into the sunset resulting in a dramatic contrast of light and dark.
Which is your favorite?
Last summer was WILD! After my double mastectomy, I had restrictions and limitations. My doctors expedited the process so my husband Danny and I could fly to Barcelona, Spain. We picked up our daughter Courtney from her Study Abroad program and drove to France.
While in Paris, we took a bike tour through the heart of the city. Courtney had traveled there with her friends a few weekends earlier and found the tour to be the highlight of her visit.
The fact that I took these photographs outside the Louvre weeks after major surgery reflects the power each body has to heal itself. They also remind me of the courage and strength of my daughter.
While studying in Spain, Courtney contracted tonsillitis. That weekend, the rest of the students in her apartment traveled to the South of France. She stayed home with a high fever, a painful sore throat and wasn’t able to keep any food down. Of course, I was freaking out from thousands of miles away. She dressed and hailed a taxi to the nearest doctor’s office. Without speaking Catalon, the doctor examined her and wrote a prescription. She found a pharmacy, taxied back home and took care of herself. Continue reading