I believe that everything starts by paying attention. Life is imperfect and any magical light we can bring into our day is worthy of our gratitude. Laughter and love, joy and celebrations slip into our lives with ease but learning to cope with the deep pain life brings to us is also necessary. I do this best with my camera, chasing down light, zooming in and out and pairing it all with truth. 

I live in Western Washington with my husband of 40+ years, in the home where we raised our three sons. We share that home now with our sweet beagle named Baker.  

Thank you so much for stopping by. 


 ©Cathy Sly 2018 

leafing out

leafing out

“A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.” 
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Spring has a way of awakening everything in her path. I pile out of bed each morning, full of hope and wonder as to what the day may bring; light falling on fresh green buds leafing out is especially delightful. I need this awakening, this hope, as I wrestle with some hard decisions, some worries that I work hard to relinquish to God knowing the outcome is out of my hands. 

Surrender means wisely accommodating ourselves to what is beyond our control.
— Sylvia Boorstein

We gather one night for dinner with some long-time close friends. We sit around the table, long after we are done eating, laughing and shouting at "Alexa" to play our favorite songs, old and new. We talk about what is recent and fresh in our lives, moving beyond our children, who brought us together so many years ago. I come home and later think about this and see it as such a beautiful step forward; all of embracing our lives as our own now. Somehow it puts new labels on everyone and makes me smile. 

I plug in old external hard drives full of old photos one afternoon and marvel at what I already knew. I am not surprised to see similar photos distinguishing each of the four seasons. Just like this year's photos, spring is bursting with images of the flowering plum tree and the progress of the gardens, with a bit of the dog thrown in for good measure. The tree gets bigger and the dog gets sweeter and both fill my heart with gratitude. 

Photography is the art of frozen time... the ability to store emotion and feelings within a frame.
— unknown

Spring arrives and brings with her some strong wind and lots of blue sky. I wake one morning to unexpected warmth and sit on the deck and drink my coffee and watch the dog while he roams the yard. The chipmunk visits the bird feeder and the birds wait patiently for him to be done, chattering among themselves. I sit, wrapped in my old grey sweater and come to understand I am finally home. 

“We don't realize that, somewhere within us all, there does exist a supreme self who is eternally at peace.” 
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

The dog had a bit of surgery to remove a vast skin tag on his belly. He is recovering nicely. 

how was your week? 

fully alive

fully alive

nodding terms

nodding terms