At The Table In My Sunroom

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The arrival. That stroller is loaded with 2 cats in 2 separate cat carriers and a full diaper bag with enough toys and food to address a 7 hour trip. And still she smiles.

The first weekend home, we feel the need for open spaces, sunshine and views. We climbed the hill of the orchard. Aaaahhh. Let New Hampshire sink in.

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BalaphotoNovember 9, 2010 at 12:28 PM
Beatiful pictures!! Congratulations!!!

Frank, Barcelona

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BeeNovember 10, 2010 at 5:10 AM
That baby face is divine! Not sure if the joys of NH have sunk in yet, though.

I'm sure it will be a huge joy to you, though, having your daughter and granddaughter nearby. I feel so guilty that I'm so far from my mother.

How are you enjoying Freedom? I loved it so much that I read The Corrections immediately afterward. Two Franzens in a row gets a bit angsty, though.
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Thanks for visiting. I love having you at my table with me.

A time has come in my life to reach into another place, to reach into a cobwebbed and stiff part of my brain - the creative part. And then, maybe to take what I find to hold it out to share. You see, I have never been creative (and am still not, you might say); I have experienced the world analytically. I now see there is so much more to the world than that.

This started with an idea to write a photo-journal to myself. In that journal, I would write and take photos of details to CONTEMPLATE the numerous sparkles of life I have around me, and CAPTURE them to last. So here I am, come join me....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The Road Less Travelled" by Robert Frost

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