6th Annual Photo Alphabet – Elephants to Highways

E is for Elephants.

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Realizing a dream can be as unlikely as seeing a flying elephant.

Buy Diazepam 10 Mg Online Once upon a time, I used to ignore the elephant in the living room. Eventually I accepted the elephant, figured out what needed to be done about its occupancy, and I did the work.

Now I go in search of flying elephants.

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F is for Freedom.

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https://traffordhistory.org/lookingback/83hep0x3mk5 “. . . as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.” ~ C. Joybell C.

There is a certain freedom that comes with spreading your wings and taking flight.

https://boxfanexpo.com/g05lik1 Whether that flight is to a new country, a new home, or a new idea, embarking on a new beginning has a freeing quality. One can never leave the past entirely, but dragging it all along makes for slow travel. Leaving the baggage behind makes it easier to let “the winds carry you.”

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G is for Gifts and Grandmothers.

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I grew up in a house filled with grandmothers.

Order Cheap Valium Online Or so it seemed to me. There were two grandmothers – a grandmother and a great-grandmother.

Order Diazepam From China I do not remember playing with either of my grandmothers.

But I do remember being unconditionally accepted, appreciated, and deeply loved by them.

go site I remember learning to be of help. If my grandmother was sewing – she was a seamstress, a business woman, a solopreneur  in the middle of the last century – I was given the job of sorting thread by color or winding yarn or finding a dropped needle. If my great-grandmother was making noodles, I cracked eggs and kneaded dough. My grandmothers usually included me as they went about their work.

https://www.parolacce.org/2024/09/18/yo4bowcxfrt One of my earlier memories was after dinner, when the family gathered to relax and read the daily newspaper. I always impatiently waited as they slowly read each page, every column, every want ad.  Then they discussed the news in detail. But once my grandparents finished with the paper, they would call me.

https://www.drcarolineedwards.com/2024/09/18/1y5iwrk “Dear, I circled a letter for you in this headline. Do you know the name of the letter?”

https://www.fandangotrading.com/dt7rq0yf5 “Yes,” I’d eagerly reply. ” A ‘P'”.

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Routines, rituals, traditions. Another way to express love.

follow This October, I became a grandmother. What an amazing experience. As I look into the eyes of this three-month old baby, my heart swells with love.

It is my hope that I offer my granddaughter a fraction of the gifts my grandmothers gave me.

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H is for Highways.

Buy Diazepam Ampoules Desert Highway © 2013 Bo Mackison

Nothing heightens my anticipation and excitement more than a road trip.

https://livingpraying.com/exsv52zw7s8 I love following highways, especially the kind that zig around mountains, pass through open spaces – desert, prairie, grasslands. This year I discovered that I love driving the open road, solo. Stop wherever I want, photograph whatever and whenever for as long as the subject holds my attention, take a detour just to see what is beyond that next rise in the road.

Traveling cross-country from the Southwest to the Midwest this past spring was ten days of delight.

get link Only once did I question my sanity — when driving on a 12,000 foot peak in Colorado, negotiating hairpin turns with no reassuring guard rails. It was  the first spring snow melt which scattered mini-avalanches of snow and tumbled rock on the road. But even that turned into quite the adventure. Once I descended the celestial roads, I knew I’d negotiated those roads with care and good sense, and conquered my fear of mountain driving on the outside lane.

https://everitte.org/kb6b82fr I took my time, pulled off at the designated places for plenty of calming and rest, took a few photographs, had a snack and a drink. I gave plenty of space to the passing timber trucks, whose drivers had much more experience on these roads than I did (or so I hoped), and I planned my route so I was settled in a town by evening.

I acknowledged my limitations, and appreciated the skills I possessed.

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follow link Want to read Part I? Here it is — Arizona to Desert

https://www.parolacce.org/2024/09/18/mksyc5jc0 Coming tomorrow, Part III : Invitation to Labyrinth