5 Shots: Virginia Countryside

1. A morning walk after a night of rain.

It has been seven years since I moved from the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia to Arizona. This past week we traveled back to visit family. Traveling down country roads that seemed to lead nowhere, my eyes were full of the beauty of the Virginia countryside. Add the sounds of Americana music, the smell of fallen leaves underfoot, the chore of raking up the spiny husks fallen from the Chestnut tree, and playing with a litter of eight puppies truly filled my heart. Which shot do you like best?

2. Pups out to play
3. One puppy
4. Country roads running parallel to the Allegheny Mountain Range.
5. Downtown Staunton
6. 1790s Home by the Creek

Listening to Mandolin Orange in the truck on the backroads is a fine way to spend some time. Are you a fan?  

Five Shots: Off the Grid & Family

Where have I been? Like millions of other people, summertime is for adventures and catching up with family. I have been working hard at revisions for my second novel and forbade myself to blog until they were completed. Additionally, my summer days have been full of grandchildren, reunions, and glamping. Yes, Jim and I are glampers. Too old and spoiled to sleep in tents and on the ground, not a fan of RVs or its parks, so we bought a teardrop camper. It feels like a crime that we have lived in AZ for seven years, and we’ve rarely been to our neighboring states. All those National Parks waiting for us. All those lakes to fish and kayak. Here are some shots of our first glamping experience, a three-night trip to Eastern Arizona to the Mogollon Rim and the White Mountains.

Rim Glamping
Cindy Watching the Sun Set
Kayaking Woods Canyon Lake
Blue Heron
Lake Hawley
Kayaking on Lake Hawley
Campsite at Lake Hawley
Chipmunk
Herefords at Hawley Lake
Horse and Wild Iris
Monsoon Coming
Clouds over Hawley Lake

Grands and Children and Siblings and an Uncle and Mom. Hope you are getting your fill of family and adventure this summer!

 

Next week, off to London & Scotland. 🙂 

 

1 Shot Wednesday: March Street

My stepfather died three years ago. 

Photos trigger memories and transport one to the past. That is the purpose of the Wednesday 1 Shot series.

This photo is from my hometown in Illinois. Just a typical street on the blue-collar side of town. The sky lacks definition. A misty rain coats the trees making them look gangly and tragic. Cracked streets and decaying homes suggest depression in our town.

The setting echoed how our family felt about the passing of a steadfast man who devoted decades to my mother–mind, body, and soul. Maintaining his corner of the world with dedication, he ignored the drama of humans surrounding him and expressed love with pride in his home and garden. He was a man who showed love not with words or touch but by action.

At this point, he would wave me off and tell me not to be so melodramatic. So I will try to obey. I raise my beer can and salute. “Thanks for taking care of Mom.”

March. Sadness & Hope

The wind blows. Soon, the leaves will fill the branches. The sun will return. Soon, a walk down this simple street in the heart of my town will elicit the nostalgic scenes from my youth and replace the chill. But not today.

 

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