The Olympic Mountains were visible along the horizon from the ferry yesterday. They are huge and wild, still. But the sky is bigger, isn’t it? The sky and the clouds dwarf the mountains….
Sky over mountains
The Olympic Mountains were visible along the horizon from the ferry yesterday. They are huge and wild, still. But the sky is bigger, isn’t it? The sky and the clouds dwarf the mountains….
I was crossing from Coupeville to Port Townsend yesterday afternoon, and the Olympic Mountains were gorgeous. I wanted to capture the haze between the lower ridge and the high peaks, mist and mystery.
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #92.
For the Daily Prompt: mope.
Mope. We think we should not mope. Go down, be down, downer, don’t go there… but sometimes we have to let ourselves feel, and feel deeply, even if it’s not the popular feelings.
I was grumpy four days ago driving with my daughter for a skiing vacation. She gently told me not to grump at her. By the next morning it was clear why I was grumpy: an awful cold had come to visit and I was not going to ski. And I probably got it from her, but maybe not, and it doesn’t matter. I moped a little, but was mostly proud that I rested for two days and did not try to push through it, power through it, feel the burn…. I’ve done that too many times and then gotten really sick. I rested for two days and slept for twelve hours daily and moped a little. And yesterday I did ski for part of a day. Then we drove home, my daughter driving most of it, and I hurt all over by the time we got home….
If every feeling is a gift, a visitor, sent from the Beloved, as Rumi writes… welcome them all. This body is a guesthouse, says Rumi. Welcome moping and treat it gently and with kindness and understanding, as we all long to be treated….
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #90.
I took this on the beach on Christmas Day, walking with my daughter.
This is for the Daily Post: bounty.
This is my daughter last summer and other teens and parents, right before the teens left to teach younger children in Thailand for 5 weeks. It was my daughter’s second trip.
Our children are our bounty and our hope and our gift!
For the Daily Post Prompt: moody.
My daughter is 14 in this picture. I took it with a zoom lens. She is not standing on the bottom, she is far out in the water alone, quiet. When this is taken, she has been swimming since age 7. I think that she is most comfortable in the water, more so than on land.
This photograph doesn’t fit moody, at least in the sense of temperamental or gloomy and depressed. But think of the range of moods we all have.
For the Daily Prompt: fishing.
I am fishing for a photograph for the daily prompt. Fishing…. my son is not fishing, he’s playing violin. But we were on a fly fishing trip, where we tried a drift boat. We were staying in this lovely cabin. My son had returned from Thailand and finished his senior year. He went with the Rotary exchange. Therefore, the “End Polio Now” t-shirt, which has Thai writing on the front.
Let’s End Polio Now… and then go fishing.
This for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #88
and for the Daily Prompt: flee.
Where to? And no, it isn’t Brian on the sign… is it Brain?… with a halo?
I took this in Portland. I was out during the day, so did not see any zombies.
For the Daily Prompt: Mystical.
Where will these stairs take me?
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