Day #24 Toby and I took a walk last night. Felt like rain, but only because the wind had kicked up a bit. That’s not a good thing these days. A flammable California does not need wind. But it’s autumn and the evenings cool off — lately with brilliant sunsets, fiery and red. Our normal…
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A Photo a Day: The Day when Grades are Due
Report cards are done for the quarter. All afternoon, I wrestled with grades, reflecting on my role in how well or not well my kids performed, reflecting on lessons won and lessons less than. Hitting the submit button isn’t as much the end of the quarter as it is the set of directions on a…
A Photo a Day: Nightshades from the garden, a spooky delight
Last night, needing an onion, I grabbed the flashlight and made my way out to the vegetable beds. As I grabbed two onions (they’re not very big) my eyes caught sight of the tomato plants, heavy with ripe fruit. I picked two but quickly realized my arms were not going to hold all that needed…
A Photo a Day: Stitching together a history
The Harrington Gallery in Pleasanton, CA, brings in some amazing exhibits and the one I visited last night might be my favorite. Unfortunately, the exhibit closed last night; nothing like waiting until the 11th hour to see something that should not have been missed. Thankful I made it there. Titled SOUL SEARCHING: The Spirit of Africa Expressed…
A Photo a Day: I hope I’m not too latte . . .
My darling daughter was asked to homecoming today when she and the boy went out for coffee: The hand-lettered sign reads: “Hope I’m not too latte . . . ???” for you to go to homecoming with me (that last part he spoke or they just both assumed, I’m not sure). He gave her roses….
A Photo a Day: Look to the Children
It’s been a heck of a week. Still reeling from the devastation that’s happening in Puerto Rico — and having just returned from Montana — I woke up on Monday morning to the news of the fires in Sonoma County. At first, I thought, oh yeah, fires . . . it’s that time of the…
A Photo a Day: A Call to Fly
Day #17 I had my iPhone out and my arms weighted down with bags. I don’t know why I turned to look at the plane I’d just disembarked — or why I snapped a picture. It was a split second decision. Something about the pressure someone might be feeling if they committed to posting a…
A Photo a Day: Finding hope and a prayer next to the windshield wipers
DAY #16 It was one of those days when you really want to find a good omen. The fires in Santa Rosa and Napa are devastating and I’d just heard that they’ve confirmed nine deaths. It sometimes feels like at every turn, there’s another disaster needing an outpouring of love and aide. So you can…
A Photo a Day: A drive through Yellowstone
We’ve been to Yellowstone a few times before, but it’s one of those places you just can’t get enough of. That it is like something out of a science fiction movie with steam vents and scraggly trees is second to the sheer beauty. We did see elk (everywhere) and a herd of buffalo in the…
A Photo a Day: Hanging around Bozeman, MT. (and oh, yeah . . . a bear)
When we’re in Bozeman, I love to shop Main Street and discover new restaurants. Yes, they’re big on bison and steaks — but there are wonderful “other” options if you’re game. If you haven’t been to FEED in Bozeman, it may be one of my favorite places. Fresh and delicious — with darling decor. I’m…
A Photo a Day: On the Lookout for Bears in Montana
Truth is, there were so many people on the trail we decided to hike, that if there were a bear, he’d be annoyed by the mild traffic. But hindsight is 20/20 and even as the day was beautiful and the vistas breathtaking, I couldn’t help but worry a bit that we’d interrupt a bear nibbling…
A Photo a Day: Snake River, Idaho
En route to Bozeman, Montana, we’ve just finished dinner in Pocatello, Idaho, which gave me a chance to take a look at the pictures I took today. Our morning started in Elko, NV, where cowboy boots decorated the steps of the courthouse. The road has been long, but relatively free of traffic, except for the…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 