Rooster Tails

I’ve been searching my photo library with the hope that I had some current photos of winter.  It appears that I do not, and I am constantly reminded of how lucky we are to have the rain and the snow this winter.

Storm Across Lake Tahoe

I know it seems inconvenient some days but we traveled over Lake Shasta this fall and the level was so low, it looked like a river instead of a lake.  I could hardly believe my eyes.  

Winter Sunset

I want everyone to remember all the beauty and joys that come with the precipitation.  I’m even trying to enjoy the valley fog this season.

Plumas Ski Area

We go to a place in the Sierra’s were we feel like we are stepping back in time.  If the snow is good this year, then the “World Famous Longboard Races” will be taking place on the third Sunday of January, February, and March.  

Successful Run At The Longboard Races

I can’t wait to see those rooster tails at the end of the downhill race.  It’s more fun then I can describe.

 

While I am watching the races, I’ll be giving thanks for the snow, the water in California, and those gorgeous sunflowers that will surely be around the next corner.

Storms and Stillness

I skipped writing the blog last week, and with good reason. My mother passed away on Oct. 27. It was her 88th birthday. She passed peacefully, right after I sang “Happy Birthday” to her, per my aunt’s request. There is more to the story, of course, but I have since been struggling with certain images that come to me while I am sleeping. I am not the only person to have these unsettling images, and I now understand that they can be with you for a very long time.
The whole premiss of this blog was to help people communicate, and with that thought in mind, I will share with you my video, with the hope that my idea might help others. You’ll have to make a video of your own, or put together a collage of photos that take your mind to a better place, times with happier memories. I put the music that I wrote for my mother, and would play for her, behind the photos. I hope you enjoy the video.

So lets start talking.  We are of an age, where many of us share these same hiccups in life.  You needn’t hide from them, but embrace them, and talk with others about your feelings.  I believe that, when we discover that we are not alone, we no longer feel isolated in those feelings.  With all this said and done, and the images I’m trying to shake, I wouldn’t have done it any other way, when it came to my mother.  Her last words to me were, “I love you.”  Now doesn’t that just say it all?  That is the very image I want to remember.