This caught my eye in the fading light which I think gave it a softness and enhanced the blue color. I should mess around with it a littel in photoshop and see if I can't improve on the slight blur that mars it. But school has started and there is too much else that must be done. Sigh.
The Saline Fair has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It was there I saw blue ribbons won for high quality work. I was there I learned that too much of a good thing can make you throw up. It was there I discovered that just because you are a cute little six-year-old girl, it doesn't mean the carnival man will let you win the big stuffed cat - he will take your sixty-cents if you gamble it. It is there I return year after year to know that nothing has changed. Not really.
ON Labor Day I felt the final cuts of the knife on the threads of my freedom, severing it from me and carrying it away for 9 months. Before it faded away, I immersed myself in it, riding my bike, talking to strangers, wading in the river, and taking photos. Now I am teaching again, which I do enjoy - it's just the stress of deadlines that make these chain imprints on my forehead.
A generally happy person. Married for over thirty years to a wonderful man, I have two adult children, a son in law, a grandson, a cat, a dog, and a house by a river. A relationship with Jesus forms the bedrock of my life.