Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
This morning I received a notification — “You have a new memory.” I laugh at those notifications. They seem so silly. New memories — pshaw. Memories are, by their very nature, sort of oldish. This morning, though, I paused to look at my “new”… Continue Reading “New Memory”
Our trip to France was sweet. I’m not talking about the food, which, of course, was amazing. My food pictures leave something to be desired — not the food, my pictures. Like this dessert — I don’t remember what it was, but it was delicious.… Continue Reading “Sweet”
Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid. Frederick Buechner On my little journey of beautiful places drawing ever nearer to my home, today’s stop is Normandy. Normandy itself was beautiful. I didn’t know I could so readily fall… Continue Reading “Beautiful and Terrible”
I confess — I had to look up the meaning of evanescent, this week’s photography challenge. It means “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.” That’s describes my trip to France, I thought. Life is already crowding out the… Continue Reading “A Brief Recounting of Our Trip to France”
On our first day of touring Normandy, our guide ended the day at the Canadian cemetery. I can’t tell you how many times over the course of the day, as Colin told us stories of the D-Day invasion, focusing that first day on what… Continue Reading “O Canada”
