a new Passage:: day 98

“It seems to me that the task of the unfinished woman is to acknowledge her life as a work in progress, allowing each passage, evolution, experience to offer wisdom for her soul.”
-Joan Anderson

I busy myself in the garden early this morning. The hydrangeas are flooded with every shade of purple, blue and green. I pick cherry tomatoes, and one cucumber. I cut back some unhappy dahlias, wondering what is that making them misbehave. I keep myself busy, waiting for the call. When it comes I cry a little bit, alone in the garden, for it seems I am now, the Gramma of a Kindergartner.

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a few more :: day 97

“Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.”

― Edith Wharton, 

I remember catching these tiny fish as a chid, so I was happy to see the gentle stream full of them. My father had a name for them, which I can’t seem to remember now. I will have to ask one of my boys and report back.

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as the fog lifts :: day 96

“It occurs to me that being in the fog does not have to mean being altogether lost.” ― Joan Anderson

I wake today, feed the dog, make my morning latte and walk into my life. I am not sad, nor depressed, just a little bit foggy. I think of ways to clear the fog, asking myself what it is I truly want, or maybe need. Is it wrong to not have a clear answer? Is is possible to allow the fog to just lift on it’s own?

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100 days of summer :: day 95

It is never too late to go quietly to our lakes, rivers, oceans, even our small streams, and say to the sea gulls,
the great blue herons, the bald eagles, the salmon, that we are sorry.
- Brenda Pererson

great blue heron

the cabins

I decide to use the last few days of this project to look back at some of my favorite images. The company along with the peace and quiet I found at Ross Lake, was such a gift. The heron was sitting on the log boom as I watched through my view finder. I was so happy when it took flight and I caught it, in focus. It was one of those beautiful moments that one should never take for granted.

full tanks, and ready for the day

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along the dock

100 days of summer :: day 94

"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened." 

— Anatole France

He was sick, a cough that came on suddenly. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it, but I worried. It’s just a cough the vet said, not Kennel Cough. He sent him home with some dog cough meds and he is as good as new. Although he misses the unexpected cheese that incased the pill he was getting twice a day.

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100 days of summer :: day 93

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

-Victor Hugo

There are only a few days left in this project and I am so ready to be done. I feel as if I should have a party, celebrate by marking the images in some way. But to be truthful, I will put them into a folder and see what happens. I missed the freedom of not sharing the whole story behind the image. And while I set out to not have to follow any rules, that only allowed me to simplify things and the project became somewhat of a chore. But I also learned a few things along the way. I shot many of the photos with a vintage lens I bought a couple years back. They were all, manually focused making me feel pretty confident with this beautiful lens now. I also learned that flowers are just about my favorite subject to capture, and I feel as if the project would have been much harder during another season. I look forward for things to get back to normal after Labor Day.

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