Day #2 I knew we had tomatoes, and maybe some greens, in the withering vegetable garden, so I grabbed my camera and a bowl. The zucchini and the eggplants were a surprise — as were all the green lemons weighing down the branches of the tree. Only one is just about yellow, but the rest…
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A Photo A Day: MOMA, cityscapes, and a walk back home
Day #1. My challenge of a photo a day started with an easy day. Who doesn’t take their camera on a trip to the City, let alone a when you’re spending time at a museum? We had tickets to the Edvard Munch exhibit at MOMA and then took some time to peruse through other galleries….
A Photo a Day: Another 30 Day Challenge
I bought this book, The Photographers Playbook, at the Oakland Museum not too long ago in the hopes that it would give me some creative ideas for my photography. It is chock full of imaginative and inspirational ideas to expand how I see the world. There is one thing that I must do more often…
Take a hike, clear your mind.
Husband was knee deep in problems with his work and I was feeling out of sorts without knowing why — so when he suggested, last minute, that we head out to the Sunol Regional Wilderness for a hike, I couldn’t get my shoes on fast enough. Sure, we were heading out at the heat of…
Choosing America. Choosing a place to call home.
I’ve been just a teeny weeny bit excited about taking my class to see the US Citizenship Naturalization Ceremony at our Public Library this week. Maybe you saw me mention it once or twice? For me, being born and raised in the states, America always has been home. I’m sure there is much I take…
Honoring the Fallen and Taking Care of Each Other: 9-11.
You remember the moment, right? I know I do. 9-11, roughly 7:00 AM California time: I was getting my girls ready for pre-school — well, the older one anyway — and we were rushing around like madmen. The phone rang and it was my sister in Jersey, telling me with a certain edge in her…
Walking and finding our way home.
Sometimes taking a walk around the block brings you back to center, right where you belong. First you walk away, down streets that lead to town and then on dirt paths that lead you farther away from where you began. Eventually, if you’re lucky, the path leads you back up to streets you recognize, a…
An Insomniac’s Inventory (aka: My distracted mind)
I’m a worrier by nature — or maybe by nurture since I’m the oldest of my siblings and things when I was growing up weren’t always calm and idyllic. It doesn’t really matter why — only that I worry so others don’t have to. You’re welcome. But I worry over really stupid things (like did…
Looking for Time in all the wrong places: thoughts on my blogging life.
Tuesday 5:30 AM: I feel like a country western song — you know, the one about not finding what you’re looking for — or the one about losing what you had? I don’t even know the right words for the picking of guitar strings, but I can hear the sound in my ears as I…
Grace and Gratitude.
Last night, just before bed, I opened the back door to see if it had cooled down at all (it hadn’t) and there was a praying mantis on our screen door. They say they’re good luck. This morning, before the sun had come up, out that same door, there were bats everywhere — swooping, dipping,…
Dealing with the overwhelm: What choice do we have?
I spent the day yesterday in an all-day training for our newly adopted curriculum and my brain is still tired. I don’t think it’s from the training (which is huge and overwhelming and exciting all at once). I think it’s just more of a world that’s gotten so small that everything lands at my back…
Responding to Hate with a Dance Party: San Francisco Counter-Protest to the Alt-Right
The Bay Area wasn’t going to let San Francisco, our jewel of a city, become another Charlottesville and so counter-protesters organized events to drive out the hate with the only weapon ever known to be successful: LOVE. And Music. My husband, a few friends, and I traveled on BART up to City Hall for a…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 