I really believe in this quote. I used to run. I used to walk well. I do walk today. I do stumble. I will keep trying with the aid of tools for walking.
Still taking my photos. Although I have to sit to photograph; I am proud that I can do it.
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A SUMMER RAIN An eerie night The skies so black Leaves do shiver Thunder heard Lightening strikes Critters run Birds in hiding Branches rattle Ground opens up Sucking in moisture A summer rain. Written by, Terry Shepherd Terry’s Thoughts … Continue reading
Today, I am back in business. A dear friend has sent me this beautiful camera, and there are no words for me to even begin to express how much I love it, and I can now go back to sharing with you photos that I take.
Thank-you Lord, for the wonderful people in my life! May God bless you for what you have done for me.
Al taking it easy
Beautiful day, perfect temperatures, plenty of sun. What more could you ask for, maybe free time? fun time? laughter? chatter?
Since it was so beautiful, I took my brother to an antique store a little ways out-of-town. I found one shaker that I purchased, and he bought each of the three items that had to do with coca cola. After that store, I dropped in on a garage sale that was going on. Al didn’t want to get out and look, because it didn’t have anything to do with coca cola, but I ignored his sour face and I went and browsed anyways. He stayed in the car. After leaving there, I took him to lunch and then went and picked up medications at the pharmacy. He did pretty well for this trip. Tired, run down and wore out from his walking in the one store, we came home.
He napped, I petted the cat and then she and I napped. Afterwards, when all three of us were up, I asked him if he wanted to go to Arby’s for supper, and he said yes, but when he found out I had different plans to not eat in the restaurant, and instead go to the park and enjoy God’s beauty and people watching with our drive thru meal, he wasn’t happy anymore.
Very seldom, do I get my own way, but thanks to two very close friends, I am learning that I count. I should get my own way, and I have to acknowledge he can be a grown up spoiled baby. I was determined to have my time, my day also. I gave him his earlier, now it was my turn.
He sulked and looked at no one. He let a few tears pass. He complained about body aches, and all this time, I am eating my supper, and taking photos. When I had felt that I had nothing new to aim and shoot at, I asked him if he was ready to go. The whole time we were there, he sat like a bump on a log, and it made me furious, that he could think of no one but himself, but I ignored the most part and made the most out of the time I was taking.
Here are some photos that I took.
The camera lights flickering from the background, capturing the gracefulness of the dancer. Beauty beyond the eye being held by the lens. Being put in a trance, mesmerized by her movements.Cheers could be heard from the crowds who flocked heavily to see her last performance. Standing ovations with much clapping and whistles could be seen and heard from outside of the arena.
A dancer, from a small country, worked very hard as a child, with persuasions from her family, had paid off. She had started in her own small school in plays and worked her way to America, performing in the most well-recognized halls. She had never married, but was married to her talent. People followed her from around the world. Now, today, twenty-five years later, she was giving the audience what they had always hungered. Her greatest performance, her finale. Roses were given, along with hugs, tears and kisses. Fare-wells could be heard echoed from corner to corner.
A small two-week break, and she would be teaching young children with talent on how to better express themselves through their dance.
Thank you to Picture It & Write It, for allowing me another chance to express myself through your picture.
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