Weekend Fire

It's been three months since I featured a weekend fire. And that really represents how little we went to the Airstream retreat this summer. The summer is coming to an end and I am left wondering where it went. I spent the summer in a fog of morning sickness and I distinctly remember thinking how wonderful it was going to be to have summer done and over with. But now that it's here, I am sad for the end.

The August weekend fires always have corn in them. This is my favorite way of cooking up corn. The corn has a bit of the smokiness from the fire and I love the process of peeling away the steamy husks. I had a friend who grew up on a farm and she always watched with disgust as fellow campers cooked up corn this way, muttering that cooked worm looked the same as a cooked kernel. I try not to think about that and when I did this year, I told myself "oh well, baby needs the protein."

Weekend Fire

It's been three months since I featured a weekend fire. And that really represents how little we went to the Airstream retreat this summer. The summer is coming to an end and I am left wondering where it went. I spent the summer in a fog of morning sickness and I distinctly remember thinking how wonderful it was going to be to have summer done and over with. But now that it's here, I am sad for the end.

The August weekend fires always have corn in them. This is my favorite way of cooking up corn. The corn has a bit of the smokiness from the fire and I love the process of peeling away the steamy husks. I had a friend who grew up on a farm and she always watched with disgust as fellow campers cooked up corn this way, muttering that cooked worm looked the same as a cooked kernel. I try not to think about that and when I did this year, I told myself "oh well, baby needs the protein."

Red Hot Chili Peppers

These of course are grown for the Big D. I overheard him the other days referring to the red hot chili peppers as he was watering the garden. I remember when we first hooked up and started merging living spaces, Blood Sugar Sex Magik was one of the few CDs that we both had. Weird how this is the first time I've noticed how prophetic this title is for our lives together. Being married to a diabetic the words "blood sugar" is so frequently used in this household. And "sex magik"? Yah, sure, we sure as hell found that!

Red Hot Chili Peppers

These of course are grown for the Big D. I overheard him the other days referring to the red hot chili peppers as he was watering the garden. I remember when we first hooked up and started merging living spaces, Blood Sugar Sex Magik was one of the few CDs that we both had. Weird how this is the first time I've noticed how prophetic this title is for our lives together. Being married to a diabetic the words "blood sugar" is so frequently used in this household. And "sex magik"? Yah, sure, we sure as hell found that!

End of summer blooms

What can I say? I'm a sucker for shooting flowers. This morning every single one in the garden seemed to be posing for shots. It's the end of August, meaning it's the end of summer. The State Fair started today and that always signifies the end of summer and the beginning of the school year. And now, for the third year in a row, I am now longer affected by this cycle. Still feeling adrift...but at least I'm surrounded by beautiful flowers.

End of summer blooms

What can I say? I'm a sucker for shooting flowers. This morning every single one in the garden seemed to be posing for shots. It's the end of August, meaning it's the end of summer. The State Fair started today and that always signifies the end of summer and the beginning of the school year. And now, for the third year in a row, I am now longer affected by this cycle. Still feeling adrift...but at least I'm surrounded by beautiful flowers.

Glory in the Morning

This summer is the first time I noticed the fleeting life a morning glory. I imagine the short life is not so apparent when there are many dozens of this flower growing in one area, say on a fence or trellis. I have mine twining up thin bamboo stakes and every couple of days one or two will gloriously bloom. But by the evening the flower is a wilted remnant.





With just a slight shift in stance or focus, the picture changes so dramatically. And this is my lesson for the day. Change the perspective slightly and a whole new vision is formed. This is what I am trying as a means to understand all the changes in my life. I recently heard a radio program on WOJB that discussed the healing therapy of art. The program made me think about my photography in so many new ways. Perhaps with each frame there will be something more for me to learn.