I agree we are definitely pack creatures. I've gone a week totally alone when I lived in Maine but by the 7th day, I was packing my camping stuff and heading back to people. I'll admit the first 3-4 days it was incredible being one with nature, watching the chipmunks and the deer. I took my kayak out on the lake and took lots of pictures.
I feel like the perimeter with my sons all the time. Thankfully, we reside with our daughter so we do a lot together. Other than deviled eggs and a spiral ham we don't do much for Easter, the granddaughter is 12 and over the Easter bunny. She does enjoy having jelly beans and chocolate. We do generally go for a walk together which is usually at Red Rock Canyon, it's so pretty.
I think many of us harden our hearts after being betrayed, I know I did. It took a long time for me to trust Vic and to fall in love again. Sadly, there are times I'm still uneasy .
I admit, each day I grow more and more confused. Why take a stable economy and throw it into chaos? I keep waiting for some justification of the actions that would make sense.
My husband takes his phone everywhere. He gets so frustrated with me because I always keep my phone in vibrate mode and if I'm not near it I don't hear it. I use my phone more for pictures than actual phone calls. My Iphone takes incredible pictures and a lot easier to carry with me than my Nikon.
Like your hubby when I am out walking I do carry my phone so they can find me if needed. This growing old isn't what I was led to believe.
This photograph really appealed to my sense of the ridiculous. I too see faces in the most mundane objects.
This particular photo of a seemingly simple broken branch could be a clawed hand or an animal with its mouth full of some unfortunate prey.
I used to love lying on the grass staring up at the clouds. They’re forever changing and no sooner has a shape of some animal or object is discerned it morphs into something completely different. It makes me wonder why I don’t look up at the sky more often. Perhaps it’s because if I lay down in a field these days someone would likely think I’d had a heart attack and begin CPR!
There is a dead tree I pass each day and I always imagine it’s the statue of a headless St Venus de Milo! I suppose it must be the brain’s attempt to give sense to an object not immediately recognisable.
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