If you read my Easy Street blog, you know that I took this picture on my way into Trailer High on Monday morning. This was the sunrise that greeted me. I haven't touched the picture; it is straight out of the camera. I love the elevators in shadow. They scream, "Small Town America."
If you read Easy Street, you know that I love the CBS Sunday Morning News. My mom got me started on the show back when Charles Kuralt was the host. I loved his folksy delivery. I was quite disappointed when his double life came out after his death.
Charles Osgood was a good replacement choice. I heard him speak at the National English Teacher's conference quite a few years ago. I love his sense of humor and his rhymes. I love his delivery on CBS Sunday Morning. And I especially love that he sings and plays the piano once in awhile. And on the New Years show this last year--he played and sang "Auld Lang Syne." Yes, I love Charles Osgood, too!
The tornado wiped out a lot of old, old trees in Tiny Town. This family left the remaining stumps to remind us of those gorgeous old trees, and they've turned them into planters for some seasonal color. Talk about making lemonade out of lemons...!
Sorry I have been absent for so long. Life has been crazy lately. My oldest daughter got married. This picture is from the outdoor ceremony. We had a great time. There were a lot of happy moments, but now it is time for me to get my camera dusted off and begin again.
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand." Author Unknown
There is a part of me that believes God surely must feel like this once in awhile! He can only do so much, especially if we aren't willing to do anything. Sometimes He just needs to force us into action.
and you're ready to get off the ride
and take the calm, easy merry-go round...
You change your mind, throw your hands in the air
and ride the roller coaster all over again.
That's exhilaration...that's living a bit on the edge...
that's being ALIVE."
This self-portrait was taken at the end of a busy day with the photo booth application on my new school mac computer. There are all kinds of backgrounds available. I liked the roller coaster. It fit for that day. It seems appropriate for most days. After all, I am a school teacher! (Oh, and I could waste a lot of time trying to figure out how to use all the nifty applications available!)
Round #2 of Bachelorette Party photos. This one is from the bowling alley. They had a live DJ who was so loud that my teeth were buzzing, to say nothing of the fact that I think I am glad that I couldn't undertstand the lyrics!!! Definitely a bowling alley for the young and hip crowd.
This is somewhat of a "ruined" picture. Who knew taking a picture inside of a moving limo could be so tough? I'd never been in a limo before. I'm pretty sure I am the only one of this crowd who hadn't been--and I was the oldest by 25 years. Hmmmm....is that fair? This was K's bachelorette party. Who knew the Mom would be invited?! Gotta love my daughters!
This isn't really time out, though it looks like it. These two are engrossed in a personal DVD player. Big brother and little sister were giggling together over a movie when most of the time they were fighting. He'd push or hit her, and she'd scream. But for thirty minutes, they sat quietly side by side. Miracles do happen!
Susan asked if I'm OK. I've been gone too long. Life has been hectic lately, but it is about to get back to routine. It has been fun hectic, but hectic none the less. I'm ready for life to return to normal. In the meantime, this picture is of the son-in-law to be. He is an avid fisherman and hunter. This photo is from my night on the lake in his boat--the first boat ride since the stroke four years ago. It was a beautiful evening!
This is the end of the vacation photos. Toward the end of our vacation we went to Vermillion, South Dakota to the National Music Museum. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it was quite interesting. It was kind of like a tour of musical instruments through the ages. There were ancient drums, harps, and pianos. I liked the really old instruments and the modern instruments. The rest were a bit over my head.
It takes a real storm in the average person's life
to make him realize how much worrying he has done
over the squalls.
This is another vacation picture, though this one was taken in Sioux City, Iowa. The 4th of July was stormy everywhere in the midwest, but I loved the dark cloud reflected in the river.
As for the quote, a stroke and a tornado have taught me the difference between what is an emergency and what is an inconvenience. This quote is so true. Suddenly, a lot of trivial things weren't so important!
When we were in Sioux Falls, we had plenty of opportunity to see what water could do to rocks. Most of the rocks at the falls are worn smooth and make great places to play for the kids, and great resting spots for the adults.
We saw several wind farms in South Dakota. One was huge. There were windmills as far as we could see. I know some people dislike windmills, but there is just something about them that I love. Between the ground and the sky, they remind me of a work of art.
There is almost nothing better than a T-ball game. One of my favorite little guys is having a serious discussion on the bench before he goes out to bat. (Everybody bats, but notice the glove is still on. You have to be prepared!!) And he will slide into home. every. single. time. Almost four is a perfect age for baseball!