Edited to add: Well you can see how much I know about flowers! When Steve first gave me the flowers (mentioned in the post below), I knew they were tulips. But for some reason, I got it in my head as I was writing the post this morning that they were daffodils. It wasn’t until I saw the funny comment he left that I realized my mistake. Oh well. Maybe my “medication brain” is hitting early!
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I’m always on the lookout for lovely places to photograph so I was immediately intrigued when a friend told me that a new walking path had just been completed in Manteo. And when she mentioned the fact that it ended out over the water, I was hooked! Water is my love language when it comes to taking pictures.
Saturday was such a gorgeous spring day that Steve, Sarah and I decided to hop in the car and go riding. We ended up at Pea Island Wildlife Refuge, which is about 20 minutes from our house.
Ever since I got my Nikon eighteen months ago, I’ve had the goal of eventually being able to purchase a prime (non zoom) lens to complement the two “kit lenses” that came with the camera.
A few weeks ago, my new 35 mm prime lens was finally delivered to our house. Oh happy day.
If you read yesterday’s post, you’ll know that I spent my birthday puttering around the Cape Hatteras National Seashore, shivering in the cold and searching out photo ops.
Before I show you my photos though, let me show you a couple aerial shots that I found on the web so that you can see the scope of the place where I was driving. I took some pictures of this bridge from a different vantage point; it is such an amazing structure passing over such amazing scenery.
On my birthday last week, I told Steve I wanted to have a Me Day which basically means I just get into the car and drive off to wherever I want to go and do whatever I want to do. No big plan, no big schedule—just the lovely lure of intentional meandering.
Have you ever thought about the fact that God chose exactly the perfect colors for creation?
I mean, can you imagine a yellow sky? Blue grass? Orange water? Pink leaves? No. Me either.
His creative colors were perfect. Absolutely, breathtakingly perfect.
Right up until the end of her life, Hazel was strong and sassy and full of the spark that comes from having weathered nine decades of a life stitched together with threads of sadness and joy.
She had lost one son who was only two years old, and another daughter who was in her fifties. She also buried her husband and weathered numerous other storms throughout her ninety-two years of life.
I worked eleven hours Saturday, twelve hours yesterday and put in another five hours this morning. And so you know what I told my boss (and also, my husband) a few minutes ago?
I told him I was going home and that I would not (repeat NOT) be coming back to work today.
And you know what he said? He said,“Great idea!”
I just love my boss. (And also my husband.)
It’s amazing to me that as many times I’ve ridden my bike up to the north bridge of Roanoke Island and photographed the sunset, it never looks the same way twice. The clouds, the atmosphere, the light, the mood of the water . . . they change every day.
Thank you for joining our family during Sarah Smith Week and celebrating with us over her big day yesterday. We marked the occasion by giving her a couple gifts (that I got at a thrift store), making a couple speeches to her (which made her cry), going out to eat (which we hardly ever do), and going to a movie. (The Life of Pi–which we loved but didn’t really understand.)