In preparation of our crossing the Panama Canal, we were up on the front deck by 6am armed with both children and champagne. Alas, the HUMIDITY changed our plans with both these things as you can see from this hazy photo.
My camera, much like the children, was not responding well to the heat. Even the official photographer was experiencing the same problem which, although bad for her, made me feel a little better to know it wasn’t something I was doing.
As for the champagne and children, the champagne we put back on ice and drank that evening whilst the children, well… they lasted until the scheduled time we were meant to do our first crossing and when that didn’t happen and wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, they left.
This week’s word from Jennifer Nichole Wells for her One Word Photo Challenge is… TORNADO!
Fortunately I’ve been very blessed never to have had first-hand experience with such a force of nature. Although I’m sure there’s many a time my family would disagree when looking at my art table whenever I’m in “the zone“, lol!
What’s that saying, “Creativity is Messy… and I’m VERY creative!” And that’s my excuse and I’m stickin’ to it, lol! 😉
The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge this week is… MUSE! The question asked of us was… so what’s your muse – what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time? Good question, what is my muse?
After a week-end of pondering I sat down to write Mother Nature is my muse. Before I knew it I was side-tracked with tidying the backyard following a week-end of festivities. Then I saw this lovely composition and new exactly what my muse is… LIFE!
It so appealed to me the fence that’s seen better days, the hot pink chair and a lone purple flower vying for attention between the two. The contrast between the old and the new, the smooth and the rough, the dark and the bright, it’s so life!
Life may not always be as bright and cheerful as that chair, or as delicate as the flower, and there are some days I feel just like that old fence but you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing, I feel so blessed to be part of this journey called life.
And to my Darling Husband on our wedding anniversary, thank you for sharing this journey with me! xx
Four years ago today you lost your battle to cancer. When it comes to death however time is irrelevant… four years, four months, four days… makes little difference.
There is so much I want to share with you each and every day… especially what a wonderful young man your Possum is growing into, the beautiful young woman Curly is becoming, AND both Honor Roll Students… you gotta be happy with that?!
A fog is still over me since your passing but it’s lifting ever so slowly. Good friends, true friends, understand when the storm of life descends upon me and I begin bunkering down to sit this one out.
The road sometimes has been long, with one or two VERY nasty bumps along the way but that hasn’t stopped me, the journey is still worthwhile.
Miss you, love you, wish you were here…
Beside the house we had in Australia there was the most beautiful little stream that would babble away almost every day. Every day except those days there was a STORM!
A sound like a freight train could be heard as this great wall of water could be seen hurtling down the hill after any decent amount of rain, quickly turning our gentle stream into a raging torrent.
Then as quick as it began, it would be return to the stream it once was, just with a little more debris hanging from its edges!
It’s hard to believe it was just over a week ago the children and I were enjoying time out with family on the Clarence River, in Northern New South Wales. Two incredible fun-filled days were spent out on the water with the children squealing and laughing in delight (most of the time…).
Who knew there were so many “things” which could be towed behind a boat? I certainly didn’t know but the children gladly gave them all a test-drive. This is Miss Eleven mastering the knee-board. Hard to believe how trepidatious she was when we first went out in the boat looking at her sitting confidently on the water!
When your child is first-born it seems EVERYONE is eager to tell you how quickly they grow up. In those first few months you think what a load of twot. Then, in the blink of an eye they go from helpless babe to young adult, the years flying by in a blur!
Yes, I know, we aren’t quite at young adult just yet but as Master Thirteen (soon to be fourteen) reminded me whilst we were away, “you know mum, in two years I can begin driving“… SAY WHAT???
No guessing what the question will be for those remaining two years until he’s planted firmly behind the wheel of the fishing truck… “mum, how much longer?”