Monday Morning Photography

It must be said, even though I am a small voice in a cacophony of song; My United States stands for everyone, no exclusions. Acts of violence are deplorable, condemnable, but they are not a generalizations embraced by entire cultures, peoples, countries. We forget too easily the walls that we have brought down in the past. We don’t think about the people we see going home to families, worrying about the bills, falling in love. Experiencing things through the same set of neurons and synapse that the rest of us do. It shouldn’t have to be said, but we will keep saying it till then; Being different is OK, and you should not have to be afraid to be who you are, believe what you do, or look how you feel you should. We see you, and we want you here.

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Monday Morning Photography

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Yesterday, amidst the sleet and grey skies, running through the gusting winds, I had a sudden strong urge for summer. The middle of summer, to be specific, when it’s a glorious 100+ degrees Fahrenheit, and every morning starts with a riot of bird song, and the wind is still, waiting for September.

What better time to revisit a summer’s day spent at the river? The Yuba is dangerous most of the year, but once the snow melt runs through to the sea and the flood waters recede, it’s warm, clear waters and quartz-strewn banks will welcome us back.

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Monday Morning Photography

Oops! I forgot to post this this morning, so we get an early afternoon post instead. It is snowing and spectacular outside, and I just got off work in time to run around and take some pictures. This weeks post is a reminder that even in our darkest times, there’s still light to be found. And even in the dead of winter, we can keep a little garden in our hearts.

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Monday Morning Photography

Happy Everything to Everybody! After the madness of last week I can now resume a more regularly scheduled program with WordPress. Yesterday was spent in the throes of family, with barely a phone in sight and MTV classic playing on the TV. If you squinted your eyes you could almost imagine yourself twenty or thirty years in the past, the fire hot in the old wood stove, the air cold and grey. We had to push my father’s silver pickup to get it going, our fifteen year old cat fell asleep in one of the gift boxes, I spilled coffee on my jeans and was more excited to find toys from my childhood then I was to open the gifts under the tree.

I hope life has been kind to you; five days into winter and I’m already dreaming of Spring. But alas, we’re not there yet, so here’s some snow in honor of the beginning of Winter. Stay warm, stay bright.

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