An age-old tradition :-) - pictures! Every trip home should be followed by picture posts. I've put these and others up on Flickr, but I thought it wouldn't be complete if I don't have them here. And as usual, these should be clicked on and viewed large. These small ones never do it justice. Not to the photography, but to the beauty of the place. Home, sweet home - as usual. Where you can sing 'The hills are alive, with the sound of music' and believe you really hear music :-)
I took this picture after a night of sleepless tossing and turning. Seeing the first light come up from where I was miserably lying was like balm for my tired soul. It was freezing but I stood there for hours just watching the sun come up. You can see the moon in the picture, and a star, I think it's Venus, my little camera couldn't get it but it was still really bright.
After the dawn, this is what you get. Beautiful in a different way, but now a little less serene because people are starting to wake up, and you can hear the mild traffic in the distance, and the neighbors kids bawling, and the neighbors squabbling over who should make the morning tea **sigh** We always spoil everything. Life, and earth, and the world, by themselves are so beautiful...when we humans don't butt in.
And then the sun rides a little higher, and it's still lovely outside...
But I usually no longer get the chance to sit and appreciate it by this time. Everyone's up and prowling around the house, happy breakfasts, little fights, everyone including me's too busy rushing around to be 'happy.'
I wonder why we do this to ourselves? When I sit and think about it, everything's simple, life, living, love, happiness. But nothing's ever really easy or simple in practice.
But then, in the end, it's still beautiful to be alive.
A bee on a mustard flower. This was taken by my 11 year old nephew. So I've either got a really talented nephew or a darned good camera :D
Almost forgot. Friends. What are you supposed to feel when you no longer feel like you connect so well with your life-time close friends, people you've been friends with since kindergarten. Does it make me a bad person if I can no longer feel all the warmth & the closeness? I don't care if they read this, because I don't think it's anybody's fault. I love them, and I still love hanging out with them. But there are so many things we no longer understand about each other...