Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Re-Runs from the past

I don't have much going on today with the exception of "the dreaded housework".  I am running some of my old photographs and each and everyone of them has a little story behind them.  I hope you enjoy them.

This is Glenn.  He was my son.  He was born on March 6th 1987.  He had a really hard time coming into this world and he believed to make each day like his last.  He lived his life like that.  He shirked responsibilities and loved to have a good time and be with his friends.  He had friends from all walks of life and celebrated every difference in each of them.  All of his friends have told me he made a huge impact on their lives and they will always love him and celebrate his life.  He was only 25 years old when he died.  I am glad he celebrated each and every day now.  RIP son 3-6-1987 to 12-6-2012.

This is my mother Ruth Forbes holding my grandson Alex when he was 2 months old.  He is three years old now.   She is 86 years old and is battling a medical condition.  She was always the "one" in control.  She controlled everything around her and now...well she just doesn't care to remember or she has lost her drive.  Right around the time this photo was taken was when her condition started to deteriorate.  Taken at the Randleman walking trail in Randleman, NC.

I took this photographed at the farmers market in Asheboro, NC.  My daughter and I were riding around looking for interesting items to photograph and we both thought the flowers there were beautiful.  My daughter has three sons and often does not get time to do things for herself.  Her children are 5,3 and 1 year old.  They are pretty much a handful too.  I joke with her and tell her that they never had a chance with our gene pool lol.  I joked with her once and told her that her kids were not really bad, they were just spirited.  They are actually good kids and are the light of my life.

Spirited...very spirited, I don't know where they get that from ha ha ha.

This is a little train depot at a local fairgrounds.  Dannielle and I explored this  on one of our "expeditions".  We like to get into the car and just drive.  You can always find little things along the path to no-where.  Interesting yet beautiful things surround us and all we really have to do is train ourselves to look.

Old wheels hanging on a barn.  I think these are old tractor wheels, before rubberized tires.

A windmill of sorts.  I am not sure if this was the old way of generating a little electricity or what.  I thought it was interesting and a beautiful piece of machinery.

Well, I guess it's time to sign off for the day.  I have lots to do but not much will to do it today.  I won't get it done if I stay here and that is for sure....peace and have a great day.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

This is Ethan, and he is my first born grandson.  You know five years has passed so quickly.  This is perhaps one of his greatest milestones in life.  Today was his first day of school.  I am anticipating the dreaded call from the principal to come and get him.  No, I am sure he is going to do really well.  

Ethan and mom (Dannielle) taking the standard hundred pictures before he goes to school.  He was excited with a high level of nervousness.  He asked me if I was just gonna leave him there.  I told him he would be lucky if we came to get him at all.  Then we left him there and I immediately got teared up in the hallway.   Yeah, that's right I have some pretty fragile emotions lol.  I can't wait to see him when he gets home so I can hear all about his day and how he liked it.  Mimi to Ethan..."How was your day Ethan and what did you do and learn today?"  Ethan to Mimi "Stuff ...just stuff."  I sure hope to hear more than that but seriously doubt I will. 

...and thats about all I have for today.  There isn't much going on today so I pulled this photo from the zoo trip three months ago.  This is probably how Ethans teacher felt after all of the kids had finally gone home...peace, more to come later...

Monday, August 26, 2013

Day with Dee

1827-1888 Such an ornate and beautiful stone withstanding the ravages of time...Randleman NC

An Old Cemetery 

The mists swirl, the moon shines bright.
No one dares stray here.
They would never desire to,
Unless the earth covers what they hold dear.

Bodies sleep subconsciously
In the presence of their God,
Singing silent songs that decompose,
Under the wild earth their restless souls trod.

The headstones stand pale and somber,
Reflecting the white aurora's glow.
Memories play like broken records,
Trapped inside, echoing lethargic tones.

The world's slow spin cradles them to sleep.
Heavy eyelids come to rise no more.
A thousand sunsets dwindle and pass
Lives that mortality ripped and tore. 

Sit quietly on
ancient wooden pews
listen to the sounds
of color, shaped by songs in praise of light
Light dancing off glass
moving to sparkling rhythms
sending messages of fire, sand
and timeless beauty
Hymns of praise sung by light through glass.....Suzanne Cooper

An unmarked grave...perhaps the reasons will remain unknown but they sure loved this deceased person.

Sweet Little wood fairy at a childs tombstone.

My best friend Dee

Asheboro NC city cemetery.  This statue stands on the grave of a 19 year old girl.

close up of the wreath the girl is holding

This is the face of time...Time for all to heal

Nice looking woman who seems to be taken by surprise.

I love wrought iron gates...this one was simple, elegant and beautiful too.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Out and About

Out and About and usually a quiet walk through the park.  I love cemeteries and visit them quite frequently no matter where I am visiting.  This photo was taken in New Martinsville, West Virginia.  I was visiting with my cousin Judy and we went to the Williams cemetery.  She probably thought I was a nut case wanting to stroll the grounds but she is a very good sport. I have had this made into wall art for her and it is numbered and signed.  I informed her that she would probably get it when I hand it to her personally.  I am the worlds worst at mailing anything.  So... cousin Judy thanx so very much for tolerating me and my obsession with cemetery art.  Your the greatest and I love ya.