“Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life.” ~ Rumi
In operation since 1798, The Augusta Ferry is one of the oldest continuously operating ferries in the U.S. It’s open seven days a week, runs 8a to 8p, and will cost you $5 one way, unless you’re on foot, in which case you can ride for free. I’m kicking myself for not doing it, but it’s just more incentive to go back.
“Be who you want to be. Be who God has created you to be.” ~ Tayvis “Tayvho” Akpan
In all the birthdayness and busy of this week I’ve not had time to even look at what I shot in Augusta last weekend. That is, until this evening. There are some okay shots, but the photo above of Pam Bick photographing the sunset stood out to me. The river is peaceful. Pam is peaceful. The sky, the sunset, beautiful. Beautiful like Pam. She’s a special person to so many. I don’t think her sisters could love her any more than they do. They adore her. And I’m very lucky she adopted me. What an honor.
“Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact.” ~ William James
Dad turns 80 tomorrow, but since that’s a Monday – I have to work and they have appointments all day – we started the festivities today. We did what we often do when we’re looking for an adventure: we took off with no particular destination. Ya just start driving and see where the road leads. Today, it led us first to Highbridge then to the Historic Battle of Perryville Battlefield (top photo). We had a wonderful day together and we were treated to a beautiful Bluegrass sunset on the way home. I’m so grateful.
“There are FAFILLIONS of people here. MILLIONS and PILLIONS, as my son says. And the ones you meet tomorrow may change your life, or smile at you on the bus, or make you 😍. The possibilities, my goodness, let’s rest up.” ~ Lin-Manuel Miranda
I was about to step into the car leaving Craggy Gardens when I saw this young man looking into a valley of clouds. He was natural, at ease, and completely present. A mountaintop moment? It was for me, at least. It’s good to get away from everyday life sometimes, go up to the mountain and breath deeply.
“Things falling apart is also a kind of healing.” ~ Pema Chödrön
I know it seems I’m obsessing a bit on the weather, the sky, and/or winter, but I can’t help but admire a sky like this. When my day has been otherwise uneventful, I stop to reflect on the fact that I can see these beautiful winter hues. That is a remarkable thing if you really stop to think about it. The gift of sight…..and the sense to appreciate it, itself a bit of a gift. I hope the skies are this spectacular where you are.
“You yourself are your own obstacle. Rise above yourself.” ~ Hafiz
Again, last week, we were treated to beautiful winter sunsets. This one didn’t come with remarkable clouds exactly, but it’s radiance was unmistakably gorgeous. The view from the top of the Limestone Street garage begged for a pano. Alas, I did not oblige, but I did snap a few. I have never regretted taking the time to stop and watch a sunset. I doubt I ever will.
“Let them judge you. Let them misunderstand you. Let them gossip about you. Their opinions aren’t your problem. You stay kind, committed to love & free in your authenticity. No matter what they do or say don’t you dare doubt your worth or the beauty of your truth.” ~ Scott Stabile
Winter skies offer subtle sunsets. They also tend to remind me of Doctor Zhivago. I don’t know why, but there you have it. Anyway, I remember the first time I heard thunder snow. I was six or there ’bouts. We were living at Malone, out in the country. A big snow had come through earlier in the day. At the gloaming, a deep, low rumble sounded up the valley toward Caney. It was both lonesome and ominous and it seemed to go on forever. I remember so clearly standing in the yard waiting for something to happen. I don’t know what I thought it would be, but I knew thunder in winter was unusual. It was weird enough to warrant something spectacular, surely. Nothing happened. I got cold and went inside. Now, I’ve got a hankerin’ to watch Doctor Zhivago, which has absolutely nothing to do with thunder snow. Just go with me, people. Some days are just this convoluted and funny.