I am feeling MUCH better on oxygen. Guess I have needed it for the last 5 weeks. It made me goofy to be hypoxic. It is nice to be able to THINK again. I wish that I had figured it out sooner. Presumably the ER doctor was not hypoxic, so I wonder why he didn’t test me. I told him my heart rate would jump to 124 when I got up and walked but he must have thought…. I have no idea. Now that I can think again, I think he should have walked me and tested my oxygen level.
Well, hopefully I have not lost too many brain cells. It’s nice to be able to find words again. They are not missing any more. Firing on all cylinders.
When has light and photography and conditions lined up for you to take a photograph that feels like a portal? Did you think of it ahead of time and wait for the perfect conditions or was it a combination of having your camera and a happy accident? Where does your portal lead?
Message your entry and I will list them next week.
I am having trouble posting today, Memorial Day. My mother died May 15, and there is Mother’s Day, and her birthday is May 31: always near Memorial Day. Some years the last two weeks of May are ok, some years are hard. This year is hard. But I don’t mind thinking of her or grieving.
So blue, blue with grief. If you post, it doesn’t have to be grief or a memorial. You could just do blue.
Wrong kind of fairy, right? No, I am thinking of the rain. We were trying to capture the ferry coming in at night in the rain with cell phones… instead we catch a glimpse of rain fairies, sliding down the lit streaks….
And constant? The ferries are constant between here and Whidby Island, leave and return, back and forth, faithful, constant.