If you have a link to the previous site, you may or may not be greeted by an Asian page. My old blog has been completely eliminated, but the Asian page may still show up for some of us. Or there may even be a link-over to here. I guess it depends on a lot of different factors … all of which are beyond my feeble understandings of this stuff!!
The beginning of March in the Mid-Atlantic area of the US is the time most of us begin to head outdoors and inspect our landscape friends, to see who made it through the harsh winter, who needs some tlc and who went off to see the wizard.
On our drive to an event in New Hampshire a few years ago, we made several tourist-y stops. One of our favorites was the visit to the Cape Neddick Nubble Lighthouse in York, Maine.
A glorious warm day in early September, still summery but lacking the bite of the heat, the sight of the lighthouse was picture perfect. We were impressed by the kindness of the people there, as well … one of the groundskeepers even positioned me in just the right spot to capture the best angle and composition.
Well, your fantasy has come true, and there you stand right smack dab in the middle of the Greek Island you’ve wanted to visit since you were a kid. Corfu. Read a book about it when you were little, and that sealed it. Never in your life did you ever expect to find yourself there, but dang … you did it. The excitement you feel everywhere your eyes fall is like a scream you’re holding onto inside … after all, mustn’t frighten the other tourists.
A wintery scene, an old stone barn surrounded by snow-laden fields all lit with the magic of a full moon … a scene from my imagination … and from my life.
I can remember sitting in the backseat of the car as my parents drove home from Sundays spent at my grandmother’s farm … the snow with an amazing icy crust on top and the moon gleaming and glancing over it as the car sped along. To my little-kid self, the moon and its glistening light were following me … playing a quiet, private game with me … all the way home. I also remember a night many years later, again the passenger in a car. This one driven by my former husband … the moon following me, comforting me … as I contemplated the coming end of my marriage.
I am a leaf-peeper. A bona-fide, card carrying, dyed in the wool autumn leap peeper. This past fall was a bit of a let down, though I did give it the old college try, I was disappointed with the images I got. In addition to my quest for the perfect autumn image, one of the reasons I stopped by the battlefield at Antietam (Sharpsburg, Maryland) on this particular October day, was the interesting things going on in the sky. As I gazed over at a somewhat ordinary looking field (though heaven only knows what went on in this exact spot 150 or so years ago … far from ordinary) I was amazed to see a rain squall coming up in the distance, and coming up fast. Loved seeing the still-clear blue sky to one side, while the other end of my field of vision was going to get a drenching. (Notice I did not say “left” and “right”?) And soon the whole scene would be rain soaked.
One of the odd things I like about the internet is sometimes tripping over a pretty cool quote. A personal favorite, which at times I’ve added to my bio here (and may be here now?), is by author Roald Dahl who wrote “Charlie And The Chocolate Factory,” among many other stories. He was actually a pretty interesting guy. First book was “The Gremlins” … he’d been in the RAF and he and his buddies routinely blamed the gremlins when things went wrong with their aircraft. I mention this, not because anything went wrong with the image I’m including here, “Hidden Gems,” but because that’s what my dad always used to say as he puttered around the house … and things would go wrong. I frequently have occasion to fuss at the gremlins myself.
Anyhow, the quote that I wanted to include is this one:
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” I believe that with all my heart.
I’m not a hoarder, I’m really not … but I do admit that once I love a book, it’s pretty hard to let it go. In fact, I don’t. If I didn’t hate it (yes, there have been a few), chances are I’ve still got it around here someplace. That is, with the sad exception of a few super favorites that I’ve lent (as in … expected to get back!!!) to people I trusted and loved … who never gave my book back.
Main reason is, not that I’m all that selfish and stingy, but I do love to re read my favorites. “Ben Hur,” pictured here in the center of this stack of dear old tomes, is one such. I read it for the first time when I was a teenager. Some of it probably sailed right over my head, but that was fine. I got the gist. I read whatever was in the house and if a word didn’t make sense, by the time I got through the paragraph, it usually did. I read “Ben Hur” again a few (10? 20?) years ago and I’m thinking it might be due for another go-through. The cool thing is, every time I re read a book, I discover something new.
I found several fun quotes about books and reading while I was researching a title for this image, and thought I’d share some here.
I visited Antietam National Battlefield in October of 2016 .. I’ve been here before. Years ago I was a parent chaperone for one of my son’s high school field trips. That was my first visit, or so the rational side of me said. Something else in my heart said differently. I remember the ghostly sensations I felt as the kids recited and re-enacted scenes from that long-ago bloody day.