The River Calls

Fog on the water

Like gravity the fog pulled me to the river.
I gazed toward the rising sun burning through and it kissed my face warm.
My arms reached out in salutation.
My body folded forward in a bow and then straightened for a courtesy.
I thanked the Sun and the River for every happiness bestowed on me so far.
A single drop fell into the light before me.

the answer?

Time Keeps on Slipping

Furman had a birthday this week.  He doesn’t seem to be affected by them much.  I’m ramping up for a big one.  These ten year markers just keep getting better for me. I’m  happy to make them.

We celebrated his 56th all weekend. Friday we went to Café Chobra for Lunch and then over the River to the NJ State Museum for a TOY WORKS exhibit. As it goes NJ had a lot more to contribute to toys and games then Monopoly.  The exhibit, although fascinating, was disappointingly small.  So we had plenty of time to wander the museum.  As much as I would have liked to escape the current political climate I could not.  From the toys to the art to the objects on display, time and time again I was reminded of the great contributions immigrants have made to this country.

New Jersey State Museum
New Jersey State Museum
Toys on Display
Toys on Display

Saturday we went back to Trenton and enjoyed a lunch celebration with Aaron at Malaga, a Spanish Portuguese place on Laylor Street.  This place has been here for over 25 years and in that time I have watched Chambersburg change from a place where Italian immigrants settled to a place where many Latinos call home.

I am third generation American.  My line goes back to eastern Europe.  My mother told me stories about how her grandfather came over from Europe on a boat to avoid being conscripted into WWI…I never learned if he came over legal or not.  My father told me stories about how he communicated with his grandmother.  He spoke to her in English and she understood him and she spoke to him in Yiddish and he understood her.  I don’t know how his grandparents arrived.

I have always marveled at my own good fortune at having been born in the land of the brave and the free.   I sure hope that time is not running out on the American Dream for future generations.  The Dream of free and public education, that my grandmother, my father, my sister and myself all had the pleasure of growing up with and then contributing to in various ways as employees.  The Dream of Freedom of Religion…and it being separated from the State.  And the best dream of all, the one where ANYONE with a will and a way can make something out of nothing.   Yeah, I sure hope time has not slipped so far into the future that the dream of coming to America to make your fortune has faded into the past.

Time slips and fades into the future.
Time slips and fades into the future.

 

January Lists for All the Right Reasons

So far so good on the  resolutions to pursue good health on a daily basis.  MaraBella and I go out at least once daily, I have reacquainted myself with my Orbitrek and watch Spanish TV while I push those pedals  around and around.   No doubt I indulge  myself with feelings of anger at the current political climate and allow myself to be entertained by a good movie and good food.  I continue my postings at Trip Advisor, Buen Provecho being the latest.  Aaron provides good company and expert analyses of our selections.   To compensate for the delicious dining out indulgences, I try to be extra careful at home and even made my own Beef Bone Broth.  I hear that stuff is very good for you… And I add garlic to almost everything.  I used the broth to bring health and good fortune to the Black Bean Soup I made for my brother.

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can you smell it
can you smell it

#Dogwood52week Advanced Challenge moved to flicker and I cant say I like the environment there and the associated  facebook chatter is mostly the beginners and confused people.   If anything, Ill make it a  personal challenge and just try working the images and not too much talking.  hahahahahahahahahahah   One post a week to flickr, work more diligently on my blog and photography.

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I’m doing the best I can to keep up with my lists…Pennington Market, Black Bean Soup, 10 thousand steps OY!  Find a primary, find a pulmonary, make this weeks image, schedule Marabella 3 year with us and annual VET VISIT, go to the bank, don’t forget to pick up some wrapping paper while you are out…..

Raspberries in Winter

Have you been invited to participate in a woman’s march?  I have!  Will you go?    The United States of American with the support of Russia has elected a man who I can see going mad before completing a 4 year term in the white house.   He wants to make friends with Russia…What about Mexico our south of the border friend.

Me gusta Mexico.   Me gusta raspberries in winter.   Raspberries from Mexcio.  I want my raspberries….

Driscoll Berries from MEXICO
Driscoll Berries from MEXICO

I don’t want to be political…I just want to eat raspberries.

#Dogwood52week Challenge continues with an advanced challenge…moving to flickr.  Not sure I like it.  flickr that is.  I will play along for a while and see how easy it is to navigate before deciding.  Picked up an off camera flash and want to try working in Raw this year.   Working on #dogwoodweek2 straight out of the box…or SOOB in photog terms.  Maybe this one.

Honey Tea Time
Honey Tea Time

I used to save all received holiday cards.  Now I just take one picture of them all……Happy Everything…I like that Trisha.

 

 

 

A New Year in Jersey

I have lived in Pennsylvania for almost half my life, yet I cant help  thinking of myself as a Jersey girl, after all that is where I was born.  So when it looked like New Years Day was going to be a bright sunny outside kind of day I had the urge to go to the Jersey coast and commune with the Atlantic Ocean.  I was not the only one.

There are some very crazy people who are willing to wait behind a yellow tape in their swim suits in winter for their interaction with the water.  We arrived just in time to see them.  Sunny and bright and about 49 degrees, these ocean loving folks were waiting to plunge into the 47 degree water.

Waiting to take the plunge
Waiting to take the plunge
The plunge
The plunge

They were hilarious

Freezing
Freezing

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It was a great way to start the New Year with the sand under our feet, the sun on our faces, the sky so blue above.  And that is how we said our goodbyes to 2016….

Goodbye 2016...away with the tide
Goodbye 2016…away with the tide

I WIN

#Sunflowerglassstudio, #tripadvsorreviews, #Maria Rosa, #FullMoonCafe

 

Last Saturday, after lunching at Maria Rosa’s in Flemington, Husband, Nephew and I, made a few stops on the Covered Bridge Artisan Tour.  We had the pleasure of meeting Geoff Caldwell at the Sunflower Glass Studio in Stocktown, NJ.   He spent some time with us explaining his labor of love with the glass, how his wife makes designs for him and how he likes to cut and bevel and shape the glass into the finished masterpieces.  Oh how I would have liked to make a purchase in this shop but alas I am in the process of shedding and bringing home an expensive decorative item seemed a bit extravagant to me.  But, it did not inhibit me from entering a drawing for a Chamfered Square Candle Hurricane.

Now you might find this hard to believe, as did I, but yesterday I was notified that I WON!  So today we decided to head over to the Full Moon  in Lambertville and grab breakfast before heading back to the studio for my gift.  It was then that I had the pleasure of meeting Karen Caldwell who was there to present it to me.   Thank you Karen and Geoff for your kindnesses and dedication to your art.  Thank you for the beautiful handmade Hurricane and candle.  To all my readers, you know who you three are, 🙂 if you have a chance and a little expendable cash stop by.  You wont be disappointed.

Karen Caldwell of Sunflower Glass Studio
Karen Caldwell of Sunflower Glass Studio#Sunflower

 

Holidays Can Be Weird.

I have been thinking a lot about the holidays and what they mean to me.  In particular, how what they mean seems to have changed as time moves forward.

As a child I was mostly influenced by my parents.  Birthdays were big in my family as three out of 5 shared the celebrations in early January.  Made my birthday special on the years that I did not share it with Mother’s Day.

Religious holidays were treated as such with family gatherings, prayers, candles, wine and good food.  My mother always made a beautiful table filled with food, back in the day when I really cant remember anyone bringing anything.  She made her graham cracker chocolate pudding pie and that was the only dessert I remember lest someone brought candy for the kids.

I don’t remember Thanksgiving being any big deal until my sister took it on when she had her own house to host it in.   She prepares a tremendous feast.  I’m usually full after appetizers but continue on through the sweet potatoes, stuffing, and turkey, and even then I manage to force at least one dessert down with coffee.  The selection has varied over the years but there are always multiple choices of cookies, pies, and cakes.

This was the first year that my mother was not in the crowd.  She gracefully excused herself    And this was the first year Thanksgiving was on Saturday.  The Saturday thing worked out great, at my sisters and I got to see my mother earlier in the week.  Spent some time with her in her new place.  I brought us some lunch.  Straightened the place up and took care of some paper work and bills.  She let me take her picture, a first, without any makeup.  She even smiled for the Camera.    I couldn’t decide on which pic to post for #Dogwoodweek43 Elderly

Time to go
Time to go
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Thankful for my Mama

Super Duper Moon and More

I’m not the sicky kinda person.  So when something got me and took hold, and gave me the chills, made my eyeballs seem to be big for my head and made my teeth hurt, I almost canceled my flight to Palm Beach.  I had stopped fearing lung explosion but I would not want to be on the plane with me last Friday, sniffle sniffle, cough, honk.

Despite my arrival with clogged ears and the sniffles, I was able to enjoy a spectacular week in the Palm Beaches.  Lucky for me, first stop Saturday morning was farmers market. A light rain sent us back to Yacht Club drive where Ruth made chicken soup.   I was fed good food and ate healthy.

Look at those tomatoes
Look at those tomatoes

We walked for miles along the ocean,  we lunched off Worth Ave.

 

Pink steps to Gallery
Pink steps to Gallery
Worth Ave Clock Tower
Worth Ave Clock Tower
To the Sea..
To the Sea..

We visited the Butterfly Garden, and painted palm trees and  lunched and  lounged pool side.

 

Butterfly Garden

Butterfly World
Butterfly World

 

Beautiful birds at Butterfly World
Beautiful birds at Butterfly World

I had just the right amount of sun in small doses til Thursday’s full afternoon on the beach.  One more sunrise then Friday home….to await the Super Duper Moon…

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Good Day Sunshine.

Hand made moon.

 

 

Back to Dogwood

Despite lung explosion, mother’s need for assistance while downsizing, and brother’s need for support, I have somehow managed to keep up with the 52 week Dogwood Challenge.  In fact I shot two weeks ahead.  But this week the subject of ELDERLY  is going to stump me.  My Mom has not been in the mood to have her picture taken and I don’t have a wide circle of elderly friends.  Well since I am elderly myself, I guess I do, but not the kind of elderly that has been appearing on the challenge.

So I shot some fun minimalisms.

Mums
Mums
Pippy
Pippy the cat

I have a good selection of abandoned to choose from.

riding that train.....
riding that train…..

Finally two of my favorite trees have lost their limbs….so sad.  But one of my favorite sycamores stands out among its neighbors….love viewing this tree from my dock.

Sycamore
Sycamore

Any volunteers for Elderly?  #dogwoodweek43

WEEK 43 Portrait: The Elderly Tell the story of an elderly person through the power of your camera. Capture the lines of their life.