11 hours ago
A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.
"If everything seems under control, you're just not going fast enough."I get that.
Quick note: Before I begin, I'd like to share my deepest thanks to Mojo for stepping in and running Thematic Photographic at a time when I was patently unable to do much of anything from my end. I'm still not sure I'm anywhere near capable (see here if you don't know what I'm talking about, and here for the full run of entries), but his wise counsel throughout the last three weeks has helped me realize that now is as proper a time as any to dip my toes back in the waters and see what happens. Friends like him are rare indeed.This week's theme, open, comes to us courtesy of Mojo. It's a great theme for me to return to, as it represents what lies ahead, what's possible, what awaits us and how we intend to make it ours. It's a lovely little metaphor for life, and I think it'll be good for the soul - mine and, hopefully, yours - to explore it and ponder the bigger meaning.
I decided today that flipping through the photo archives might help soothe my soul. I'll let you know how that works out in the days to come. For now, here's one glimpse that I wanted to share.It was early on a Saturday morning, our daughter's 12th birthday, three weeks ago today. A lifetime, it seems. My parents were visiting us. I had a blood donation scheduled, so as I slipped out of the darkened house as quietly as I could, I couldn't resist the urge to lean over their sleeping forms and kiss their foreheads just as they so often did when I was a kid.