Take Me Home

Genes, in addition to jeans, are interesting things.  Certainly, I ordered ten toes, one nose, a snappy personality and the usual equipment, but never thought to check the 'red hair the color of pure copper', 'one eye just a little bit different shade of ocean than the other', 'quirky and confident taste in clothes', not to mention 'stellar and breathtaking use of body for dancing of all sorts' and 'enviable ability to speak foreign languages, even those she has not learned' boxes.  I have my very favorite daughter to thank for many things, including the cessation of my long-held practice of sun broiling my body.  So, for today, this is really real - the unit of measurement has yet to be created for the love a parent holds for a child.  Had it been, I would have broken and set the record on May 28, 1985.  I love you, Celia Rose.

A Matter of Opinion

I must admit that I am easily distracted - often by people, sounds, aromas, or even shiny objects.  When I am fortunate enough to travel, I often risk overlooking places or scenes of historical significance due to my tendency to focus on activity or notations that hover somewhere near my line of sight.  Bless the hearts of those whose patience has been tried by my lagging behind or veering off-path.  Hopefully, an image I've captured along the way speaks to them.  So, for today, this is really real - To those of you speaking through imagery - I am listening and I thank you.

For today, these are photos of really real people and places.