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This has been a weekend of gratitude,  sadness,  excitement,  joy, anger, and feeling awestruck.  Welcome to the ebb and flow of mixed feelings in such a short time span.

We are excited about the graduation of a loved one into the Police Force. Sad about the departure of our dear Pastor  who is moving on to another Parish.  Happy to have started a DIY project. This weekend is laced with so much gratitude for people, for nature, and for our loved ones both near and far.

Let me start with the  HAPPY death of the embarrassingly old green carpet now lifted off  our living room floor.  The sanding of the hardwood  will begin later on this month. Hopefully sooner than later, but we are doing this in manageable small bites to make it easier. We have a life to work around. For sure it will be done before the end of September.  Already it is a huge improvement. It’s going to be STUNNING!  We love the character of our old home.

It’s a beautiful long weekend and we aren’t going to enslave ourselves entirely to indoor work. It is LABOUR DAY after all.  Ripping up the carpet has only taken about an hour from start to finish with clean up.  It is barely making a dent into our precious time off.

I had a brand new experience while roaming around near the creek with my camera yesterday. It was an absolutely stunning Sunday morning.  I snook out for a couple of hours before church.   Nothing grounds me like my mornings outdoors with my camera.  It was so awesome. This day as an amateur photographer is one that I will never ever forget.

I still can’t believe that I didn’t run when I  heard the  typical Wow/Growl/Warning sound of a  huge wild cat of some kind in the distance.  I say huge only because I could tell by the sound that this wasn’t some stray barn cat left out to fend for itself.  This was a much larger animal.  I stood very still to determine where it was coming from.  I was more intrigued than frightened…which kind of blows my mind now that I am writing about it.  I heard it at least three or four times and then it stopped. Was it watching me?  I don’t think so.  My guess is that it was further away than that.   What a privilege to hear such an incredible sound.   I calmly walked to the sanctuary of the car and collected my thoughts before losing myself again in the rays, the roads and the rising mist.  In a previous blog I shared the bear poop story and how I have adapted my way of thinking to accept that there are sights and sounds that belong out in nature.  This was no exception. I don’t profess to be the bravest person out in the wild.  I am not. But I have developed an incredible level of respect for nature, and for those who inhabit it.

This level of respect is not shared by everyone.  I cannot understand why there are those who think it’s okay to drop coffee cups or garbage anywhere they please.  People who do this:  WHAT ARE YOU THINKING??  I challenge anyone to tell me what is okay about this abhorrent behaviour.  The garbage disturbs me much more than the roar of a wild cat. I know this is a small percentage of the population that do this but man oh man, I would love to have a discussion with some of these people. It is just so upsetting to see garbage among the beauty.  It not only makes me angry,  it makes me sad. It is one of those things that ought not to be , and yet so easy to NOT do.  But people still think it’s okay.  I don’t get it.

We can’t control the actions of others. But we can lead by example. We have passed our respect for the outdoors on to our children and we have no doubt they are passing it on to our beautiful grandchildren. We have so much to be grateful for!  I am having a moment of missing my son and beautiful daughter-in-law and our adorable grandsons!  We are so very Blessed with the best. As I have blogged before; we truly do have it all.

The carpet is gone, the sun is shining , the BBQ tank is filled.  We are filled with gratitude for our family, our friends,  our home, and all the sights and sounds of the beautiful outdoors. Time to kick back and take a break.   Maybe close the day with a sunset hike on Manitoulin followed by an ice cream stop on the way home.

Who wouldn’t want the good life!!!   The  secret is simple.  Love who you love, and do what you love!  It’s all good.

 

 

 

I have so much to learn! I am not what one would call Blog Savvy.  I am still trying to figure out Backtracking,  Widgets and Pings.   As I attempt to navigate my way around this blogging arena,  I have embarrassed myself by hitting the ‘LIKE’  button without realizing  that I just announced to the world that I liked my own blog entry!!  I was mortified.  Learning the ropes  requires a good sense of humor!  At the end of the day we just need to accept that the learning curve is a work in progress.  So for now,  I release the meaning of widgets and pings into cyberspace until it is time for me to learn them.  I forgive myself!  Rome wasn’t built in a day.

Meanwhile, I need to concentrate on doing what I love and that is taking  pictures!   I have to wait as  Mother Nature is giving us some much-needed rain.  We  need it but I am craving a sunrise and sunset that we can actually see!  Not to mention that we are hitting the peak time for the most prolific meteor shower of the year.  We have incredible starry nights in Northern Ontario and I can’t wait to sit under that amazing August night sky as the meteors shoot across the universe!  It is truly something to behold.  The Perseids makes it that much more spectacular. But for now it is raining and I am getting ANTSY!

Patience is a virtue but  I can’t wait to get back out there with my camera.  Now that’s a paradox.   A patient person can wait.   All of this nature inflicted delay of gratification is getting to me.   I have taken some lovely photos on cloudy days but I need sunlight to light up the Morning Glories that are blooming in the backyard.  They are one of my very favourite flowers to capture when the light is just right.

Morning Star is one such treasure.  That LIGHT!  Oooooh, what a gift to share this beautiful image!  I have seen it a thousand times and I still get shivers no matter how many times I gaze at it.   Some people are quick to share their responses to it. Some comment on the light.  Some gasp and say ‘HOW DID YOU DO THAT’!  (I crawled right in and clicked the shutter). Others just look at it in silence and you just know it is speaking to them in some way.

All Widgets and Pings aside; I am sticking to my passion of  capturing beautiful moments in time, and sharing those with others so that they might also be stirred by this stunning world around us. That is the very essence of why it is that I do this.

Centuries ago Aristotle gave us that beautiful quote;  “The Soul Cannot Think Without a Picture”

How can we not be captivated by the sheer spirit of an Olympian?  My hope is that each and every one of them, whether they come in first or last;  whether they stand at the podium for a medal ceremony or not;  that they realize the true enormity of this great accomplishment;  that getting there is already a dream come true.  It’s not the end result but the journey.  Easier said than done I am sure.  But wow, how can we not marvel at their true grit and determination to get there!

I can’t even begin to fathom what that is like.  Every sprain,  every bead of sweat,  every torn muscle,  all of that and more  is what it took to get them where they are today.  Many many months and years of training to get to a level worthy of the olympics.  It’s all about making it one step at a time. Every competitive win was a stepping stone to the next level.  A series of mini dreams come true to get to this huge one.  The spirit and heart of a determined athlete is truly awe-inspiring.  And to see them realizing the dream of being a part of this globally unifying event is quite remarkable.

When a hope is realized and when something unbelievably good happens; something you have strived for actually comes to fruition;  wow that is a dream come true.  That sought after degree leads to the dream job,  which leads to the purchase of that first house,  one dream building on another.   And so it continues.

Some dreams arise from sheer blood sweat and tears and unbelievable determination (a nod to my son-in-law).  Those are the dreams where the journey really challenges us.  Other dreams are the result of the luck of the draw like a lottery win.

Some of my realized dreams have come easy.  Childbirth?  Ha, not so easy, but honestly exhilarating!  Becoming a grandparent?  Easy Peasy!   We didn’t have to work to attain that dream.  They are a true God-given gift who have enriched our lives in ways that can never be topped.

Some dreams arise from utter passion.  I am living out a dream as we speak.  To think that potentially millions of people will see my work is a true dream come true. Capturing beautiful images doesn’t just happen.  It’s not a matter of running out taking pictures and you magically have something worthy of framing.  When I wake up in the early morning and it is still dark outside, I often want to roll over and go back to sleep.  But then it happens; that feeling bubbling up inside and calling me out the door.  Sometimes I get to the window and think “nah, I am going back to bed”  but then that feeling  kicks in again and before you know it I am out the door waking up with the birds and the rising mist.  It is INCREDIBLE to experience this.

I have to believe that no matter what the outcome is from this win,  I truly know that I am already living my dream.  It is meaningless if I don’t love what I am doing.  We all have an invitation to live life out loud; to be fully engaged in it.   Or watch it from the sidelines.  We make those choices each and everyday.

Thanks for the inspiration from all determined Olympians! The photograph in this blog entry is entitled “Believe”  Another little nod to our family.  When we believe  there is nothing we can’t do!

Kathy

Has anyone done a thesis on the effects of photography on the human brain?

We know that there is science behind how the brain processes visual input. There is a lot that goes on inside the body when someone is moved by an image they find beautiful.  Wow!

It is the neatest thing when one single image can mean something different from one person to the next. Pictures reveal truths and stories that can touch us in deeply personal ways.  They illustrate a part of who we are; our spirituality, and sense of well-being.  They can evoke memories or they can remind us of someone who has impacted us in some way.

When I was out taking this photo “Life Giver” I wasn’t thinking about how others might be moved by it.  Nor was I thinking  about the human brain and how it reacts.  I was completely and utterly absorbed  in the experience of being there at that time.  I was simply living in the moment.

I won’t pretend to understand the inner workings of neural pathways and the science behind this.  But it is fascinating stuff.  I think I’ll just let science be science and  continue to living life experience one moment at a time.!

Kathy