A software problem this week made necessary a complete review and resorting of several years of photographs. The hours required were interesting, seeing and remembering times that were a celebration of life, times when new directions were taken, times when that which is precious seemed very fragile and times of sharing with those who have since chosen no longer to be a part of our lives.
This sunny morning I hope that the shared meal still is a pleasant memory; I am happy that the yellow bear, although worn, is still cherished, that the love celebrated by the diamond ring grows and matures, that the two foster cats have homes where they are appreciated, that the tulip tree holds finches and hummingbirds, that the runner remains strong on her chosen course and that the fragile baby is now a solid little boy.
Life is good.
Recent Reading History
- Solar - Ian McEwen
- New York - The Novel: Edward Rutherfurd
- The God Delusion - Dawkins