Ten minutes before I captured this image, the sky was almost gray even though there was a thin orange glow on the horizon. I was prepared to lower the blinds and accept that it was the end of the scene. Apparently it was a trick performed by the greatest magician. How could this be possible? I was stunned by this dramatic transformation..
This latilla was from the leftover material for our back porch. I painted it white and intended to add more colors to it. Somehow I just cannot make up my mind what I should do with it. Any suggestions?
We stayed in this morning for we were expecting our gardener to come at noon. Ten minutes before twelve, I received a text message from him telling me that he couldn’t make it today and asked if tomorrow morning would be okay.
Coincidentally, it started to rain a little bit, which wouldn’t have been ideal for doing garden work. The rain today was totally unexpected. According to the weather forecast we’re supposed to get some rain tomorrow. Hopefully it won’t be around the time when the gardener is here..
The gardener’s postponement today disrupted the rhythm of the remaining day more than I’d thought possible. I could have better organized my time..
This is the view from our back porch. I could just sit there and take in whatever the nature has to offer. It’s easy to put the world behind, and that’s what I wanted when we decided to leave New York and move to the Land of Enchantment. This world is crazier than ever and so much has happened. Change is going to come, whether we’re ready or not. But this view still puts my mind at ease, and I’m holding on to that tranquility it selflessly continues to offer..
Today has been a somewhat strange day. We did all our Sunday routine and yet I felt the whole day has been wasted. I’m having a mild headache while I’m writing this. I think I’d call it a day..
I knew they are out there. I knew there are plenty of people who feel the same as I do. May that be angry, disappointed, disgusted, pessimistic, heartbroken, helpless or even lost, deep down I’m still holding onto that almost nonexistent sense of hope. I needed reassurance. That’s one reason why I needed to be there, to be part of this peaceful protest, to see the faces of strangers who are exactly on the same boat.
Accidentally, I spotted a familiar face in the crowd. He works at our local hardware store and we’ve only exchanged a few words since we moved here. Suddenly our eyes met and he recognized me. He moved towards me and extended his hand.
“Good to see you here.” I smiled and said to him, while I shook his hand with a firm grip.
Life is like a train ride. It is not always going straight or to be a steady journey. It is full of surprises and uncertainties. We can’t always see what’s ahead of us, and we don’t know what’s expecting us after the turn. It may be a bit unsettling, but at the same time it is filled with possibilities.
I discovered this message written in chalk on pedestrian paths all over our community today. Some look pretty fresh. But a few look like someone tried to erase the information.
Today is one of those days that I feel oddly uninspired. I had to force myself to get out and capture a few images, still nothing seemed interesting.
What happened yesterday still flashes before my eyes. I lit a votive candle for the one that left this world so soon, so unexpectedly. I’m really sorry.. R.I.P.
Spotted this abandoned house on our way home from Farmington this afternoon. It’s covered in graffiti, which transforms this empty house into some sort of message board..