“To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.”
~Henri Cartier-Bresson



Friday, May 8, 2009

Maggie's Ordeal

"Where have you been, Old Lady? You smell funny. What happen to you. Why isn't there any hair on your front legs? What's this thing on your back? Why do you smell so different? What's wrong with you?" The Pupster was all over Maggie after her return from the animal hospital. Maggie, still groggy from the ordeal..., " Enough, little one, I need some rest. Stop lickin' and sniftin' me."
Maggie shows Carl her sore rear end and gives him some advice.., " If they put you in the car and don't say anything, you know it's the dreaded trip to that place, in town, where it really smells funny and sometimes you have to stay overnight. Usually, you go to sleep and wake up with less hair and something different has happen. I'm kind of sleepy now, so I think I'll lay down and take a nap for a while. I'm really sleepy. I'm sore and I'm getting tired of this."

"No more sniffing, little one, I need to sleep."



Maggie had a cyst removed from her hip yesterday. It was huge and opened up Wed night, so Friday morning the Prospector took her down to the local Vet and had it removed. The Dr. says that she will be OK. She's 14 years old. How OK can you be when you are 98 yrs old. They didn't take the arthritis away. They can't make her young again.
My sweet old dog cried during the night. I told her that it will be better in a few days.
She just looked at me.


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Thursday, May 7, 2009

Happy Birthday, Matthew. We send our love.

When did the little boy grow up into this wonderful man who always sees his life as a curious and great adventure? Where did the little boy go who had his own language, always asked questions and needed a reason for everything? Who is this grown man?...
who has become a devoted follower of God; A good and patient person who is diligent,caring and hard working...
and loves his family.

With all the years of thinking that raising two boys was the hardest thing we ever did and knowing how, imperfectly, we stumbled through those years..., we look now on two fine men who make us prouder that any thing we have done in our lives.
There will never be enough time, in this life, for their mother to tell them how happy they make her and how proud she and their dad are of who they have become. They are grown men but their Mom still holds them in her heart as if they were very small..., for in her heart, they are safe and protected.
Even though they have grown up and have lives of their own, they will always be five years apart and have a birthday 3 days from one another, and there will always be a reason to celebrate the birth of these two "boys" because..., I'm their mother..., and I say so..., and it was all worth it.

Happy Birthday, my son. Have a blessed and beautiful Birthday.
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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Monday, May 4, 2009

Where did the years go?

This picture was taken at Noni's house in Pleasant Hill. You were probably about 3 yrs. old.
It was a nice day that had turned cold and so Noni put her own sweater and hat on you .
This is one of my favorite photos.
















Kindergarden at Marsh Elementary. Look at that halo of blond, curly hair.(upper right corner)



















I think you're about 10 here. Your big brother is behind you.

















You were a joyful child and you loved being a kid. Where did the years go? Now you are a man with children of your own. You are a good and compassionate father. We are so proud of you. Be happy Jess.

We love you and wish you
a very Happy Birthday.
Love, Mom & Dad.

This is a poem I wrote a very long time ago..., you were a baby.
It's an acrostic of your name.

Join us
Easily,
Sweet
Son,
Especially loved.


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Sunday, May 3, 2009

Oh May, Oh May, Oh May.... Oh My.


"Everything is blooming.... most recklessly;

if it were voices instead of colors,

there would be an unbelievable shrieking

into the heart of the night." -

~Rainer Maria Rilke~
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