Week 33 Nashville Here I Come

For whatever reason, I had been so looking forward to Nashville since I first found out about it.  I felt if I could get out of town and get some distance even if only a couple hundred miles I could find myself again.  I could forget about family drama, work drama, personal drama and that is exactly what happened.  I didn't spend money at the nice mall, go to exotic museums or meet the famous people, that were alive.  I grabbed my camera and plotted my course for the nearest and dearest cemetery and thought about nothing but photography. If only for a few days I chose to forget and spend time thinking about good things. 

Since I had never been to this cemetery and I was not expecting it to be this great I decided to only photograph things I had never seen before.  This is one of the most moving and saddest monuments I have ever seen.  The expressions and movements of the children are so lifelike it was scarily touching.  This was on the stone below.
John Burch 09-03-1881 - 09-22-1886
Leslie Jr.  10-17-1885 - 01-09-1886
Maria Burch 12-12-1886 - 03-22-1887
The gardner asked, "who plucked these flower?" The answer was, "the master."  And the gardner held his peace.

Week 32 Keeping my Grove

I love my window.  OK, I love looking out my window, all year, I love looking at my window.  You just never know what you'll see.  Plus, I watch this tree all year long and admire how faithful the tree it to give me great pleasure in watching the leaves turn in the fall and and the buds form in the spring.  I consider it to be amazing! 

Week 31 - How Donna Got Her Groove Back

 

I have sort of been in funk, rut, stressed, depressed bottomless hole lately.  Not exactly sure why or what or if there really is a good reason.  I been there before on occasion, I know it is temporary and if  I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, in time it passes. This seemed a little longer a little darker and I think I loose sight of the good things, the positive things, the joy in life.  The bad things seem bigger and worse when in reality they're nothing but distractions from what is important.  When surrounded by great beauty it's hard not to snap out of it!  I love a good sunset and sitting there trying to figure out how many colors are in sky.  I don't have to answer the phones ringing, the texts flying, emails rolling and pings going on faster than I get get to them or deal with anyone else's drama.  Just stare and the sky and count the colors.