Monday morning, from 10 to 11

The magic happens every day, but I don’t always take the time to stop and notice.

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In just an hour of paying attention:

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The air is the perfect temperature – not so warm or cold as to demand attention.

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Watching an artist become

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The little one exploring – getting familiar with Mother Nature

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And Mother Nature says hi right back.

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A mama bird feeding her chicks…

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A perfect rosebud…

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Mother Nature reclaiming a chair…

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I find the magic every time I look for it. I just have to remember to look.

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Every day is a gift.

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Photography as a meditation

I stalk the light, and the world fades away.
There is only this moment,
this camera,
this flower,
this light.

Which camera? Irrelevant:
an old beater, camera phone, DSLR…
it doesn’t matter.

The flower – deconstructed
petal, stamen,
line, curve,
color.

I capture the light, not the flower
The way the light moves and flexes,
around and through,
reflection,
absorption,
glow.

In the end, it’s not even about me;
it’s about embracing the light.

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Grasping at Bubbles

Writing has been difficult lately. I feel like I’m chasing soap bubbles, and the moment I grasp a nugget, a train of thought, an approach, an angle, it disappears into nothingness before I can pin it to paper.

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It’s so very much like my daughter chasing these bubbles around the park – yet so different.

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First, I’m not having as much fun (I need to do something about that).

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Second, my failure to grasp these bubbles, and manipulate them into a cohesive thesis, has consequenses.

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Just a few more days, I can count it in hours now, till this semester is done. The last paper and final are friday; then I can exhale.

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And then I can chase the bubbles just for fun.

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Every week I host a photo linkup where we share posts featuring a photo. It started out being called Wordless Wednesday, but… Bloggers? Wordless? Then we started calling it Wordy Wednesday. Now we just abreviate to WW, and you pick for yourself whether or not to get wordy.

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Her adventurous heart

Whenever you see me with my little girl, there is a good chance that we are adventuring.
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We may be adventuring at the grocery store
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in the back yard
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at the library
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during the commute
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or in a fountain at the mall.
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I’m so blessed to have this constant reminder to embrace the adventure in life, wherever we are.
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I just had to fix up this picture with my favorite quote of hers from last summer.
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