A Photo a Day: In between cake and song

DAY #7 Don’t have much time to write anything clever or heartfelt or funny this morning.  Busy sometimes takes over.  But as I mentioned in my Day #6 post, it was my daughter’s birthday . . . and so, we had the requisite balloons and flowers and cake.  Mostly, though, I put aside the camera…

A Photo a Day: Playgrounds and heartstrings

DAY #6 Today is my youngest daughter’s 17th birthday and I miss my little girls. They just arent little anymore. One is in college and way too busy to call and the other is a HS senior, getting in all the lasts of everything she can before she heads off to school herself. This letting…

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…