There is nothing better than a diet Coke and plate of french fries, a quiet booth and a good book to pass the time.
I do like all the refills of diet Coke.
But I do not like eating alone. I do not like the waiters that feel that you need conversation. I do not like people staring at me, sitting by myself. I do not like leaving my things at the table to get up and use the bathroom.
|What is this?|
With every image I take, I find another pattern that is interesting. The closer I get to the item, the more I enjoy the view.
What once was a frame around a mirror is now a series of waves on an ocean or a line of sand dunes in the desert sun.
Life has been like that this entire week. As we struggle to make sense out changes in our son’s desire to leave school, we’ve found that looking at it from a different angle makes all the difference.
Sometimes life is hard. This has been a very hard week of living for our family.
We’ve been angry. We’ve cried. We’ve prayed. We’ve bargained. But life hasn’t gotten any easier.
It isn’t the end of the world. Life hasn’t come to a screeching halt. Sometimes life is just a little different from what we expect. It changes from the plans we make and the paths we take. The most we can hope for is to have good friends to walk with us along the path.
Our small group has been nothing less than a gift from God. They’ve helped us along the journey and we are so blessed.
Texture and light.
As an artist, I learned to appreciate subtle differences.in pattern and hue.
This has been a week of changing patterns, dimming light,. What I once thought was a beautiful painting of life and love has turned into a marred sculpture setting in a dark corner.
To be blunt. This week stinks.