Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
In this moment of restful sleep - she looks like an angel. So serene and peaceful it is hard to stay mad at the dog who chewed on one of my "finds" from the library sale. As I look at the mangled book I am reminded of her most recent digressions: puling trash from the waste basket in the bedroom; running away from me into the living room with muddy feet, opening and eating a bag of TJ's chicken wrapped rawhide treats, and going into the garage to eat the cat's food or waste (whichever she can find).
I realize she isn't doing these things to me. She is doing these things because of me. Who left the book on the floor in the room she likes to nap in? Who left the bag of treats out in a place she could get to them? Who didn't make sure the garage door was fully closed? And finally, who hasn't been walking the dog on a regular basis?
I look at my faithful companion sleeping - it is a perfect moment - a teaching moment.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
As I approached the door I could smell the books, not the offensive musty or mildew smell, but that distinctive smell of old print on paper in sturdy binding. I enter from the bright outdoors into this darkened basement filled with books, books, and more books. There are books on shelves, in stacks, on tables, in boxes, roughly separated by category. The exploration begins. I look around at the rows of used books - this picture was there waiting for me to capture it.
A few of my finds, which I happily carry home, include: A Manual of Foreign Dialects for Radio, Stage, and Screen (1942); Good Night Sweetheart and several other music score sheets (~1940s); a beautifully illustrated book Year of the Horse; Naval Regulations as issued in 1802 (1970), and A Look at the 20th Century - stock photography ~historical selects vol. 3.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
The house is quiet - everyone is asleep. I sit down at the computer and here comes Newton. He jumps on the desk, precariously climbs on piles of paper nearly knocking down a small vase, steps behind the monitor and circles around to the keyboard. This is when I pick him up as gracefully as he will allow and get him to my lap. He is on my lap and in my face reaching up with his front paws to "knead" my neck; and purring loud enough to drown out the rhythmic sounds of Mike's vent in the next room. Drooling he lifts his face up to mine to brush his nose across my face. This is our late night interlude.
Why do I participate in this awkward dance? Because the sheer joy on Newton's face warms my heart.
This leads me to the title of my blog: Life - one pic at a time. I live an ordinary life filled with snapshots of perfect moments.