Morning Mists

DAY 26: MORNING

DAY 26: MORNING

The parade grounds of our old army fort nearby remind me so much of my historic college campus back east. The massive oaks and maples enveloping colonial red brick hover along the edges of memory’s mist, and for a moment, it is move-in day of my freshman year, a scared newbie trudging down the mossy dark stairs of the registrar’s office to pay my (tiny to today’s standards) tuition and board, lining up for my college ID, and clutching a class schedule that would lead me into the morning.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!

Gonna Be A Scorcher

DAY 25: LITTLE

DAY 25: LITTLE

I took the photo above at dawn on a Monday, acknowledging that this would be the smallest version of the sun I’d see all day, tipped off by meteorological gossip at the weather water coolers that our solar boss has big plans the rest of the week. Don’t know about you, but I’m staying out of his way, preferably with a cool drink and some AC.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!

Life in Pictures

DAY 24: MEMORY

DAY 24: MEMORY

One of my post-move culling tasks still waiting in the wings are the photo boxes. Beginning with the 1980s courtship days right before my marriage, the photos run hot and heavy through wedding and honeymoon, birth of our daughter, birthdays, holidays, first day of school poses, puppy and kitten adoptions, family trips, and fuzzy shots of the many places we’ve lived, only to fizzle out in the mid-2000s when I became too lazy to print out shots from my new-fangled digital camera.

For years I carefully arranged them by date in photo albums so that our young daughter had constant access to all stages of her life, and the far-away relatives she seldom saw. It was a way for her to remember, as album pages became dog-eared and bindings fell apart. Eventually, they all ended up in two photo boxes, hundreds of memories lined up chronologically, waiting to be plucked out of time.

Instead, they remained forgotten in closets, and now under a table in my bedroom. My plan is to digitize from all the negatives I’ve stuffed in envelopes over the years. As for paper copies, the best will be saved, and countless duplicates, out of focus, or underexposed pictures will eventually go to the trash compactor, although it will take guts and possibly a good shot of spirit to send the proof of memory down the chute.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!

In the Mood

DAY 23: ADORNMENT

DAY 23: ADORNMENT

Remember? Beaded moccasins, suede fringe, burned leather bracelets with a snap, those elephant bell bottoms that covered your entire foot and reached to the floor or else they were considered high-waters. And to this day, I still feel a tad bit uncomfortable when I have to wear white socks.

Back in the 70’s, I wore a mood ring, as well as the snap bracelet and a peace-sign medallion on a leather cord (that I wish I’d kept). But even though my hand looked pretty cool with it on, the ring and evidently my mood were always dark because my hands were so cold.

Many, many years later, I find a new mood ring in my Christmas stocking, with a peace sign no less. And thanks to my alternating hot flashes and chills, I’m happy to report that the ring and I enjoy a revolving rainbow of moods.

It’s the only time I can truly appreciate menopause.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!

Giant in the Grass

DAY 22: SHADOW

DAY 22: SHADOW

Beyond a shadow of a doubt, daylight’s time is shortening and summer’s silhouettes are lengthening even as the heat and humidity are just warming up in weather’s ballpark. It’s been a funny little summer, expectations distorted by cool Canadian air that has wandered away from the tour group and gotten lost in suburbs full of empty pools and quiet air-conditioners.

But Canada has returned home now, leaving behind its fire pits that will be fired up again come autumn, so the next time I see my shadow may well be by a bonfire’s dancing glow. Now, where did I put those marshmallows?

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!

Ode to Pistachio

DAY 21: TREASURES

DAY 21: TREASURES

They sit on our kitchen counter, available yet forbidden. You see, pistachios aren’t allowed in my diet this month. It’s all I can do sometimes not to pop the lid off their clear container, and shuck little wooden shells off those delectable green nuggets inside. I watch my husband with envy as he absent-mindedly snacks over the trash can, litter falling like the premature leaves turning on trees outside.

No, I can only hover beyond their barrier, the treasure chest of walls reflecting endless riches consumed in the not-too-distant future. Just wait until the end of the month, pistachios.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!

Peaceful Easy Feeling

DAY 20: PEACEFUL

DAY 20: PEACEFUL

In the state park nearby (one of the reasons why we moved here) there is a walking trail that takes the intrepid hiker through a meadow with wetlands, host to lovely wildflowers like these prairie coneflowers and thick rushes of cattails. If you let the thickets engulf you, it’s easy to stop time while observing dragonflies buzz skim the surface of a pond not meant for humans. And if you arrive just after sunrise, the tips of the flowers and grasses will dazzle you with sparkling magic meant only for the eyes of early risers and a peaceful pause in a summer meadow.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!