Today I took my camera to Kroger to photograph some fruit and vegetables for Thursday’s Master’s Artist post. I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I would get from employees, but the produce manager said he was honored. I can see why. His department is a work of art. I’ve written about my love affair […]
“I’m so dizzy, my head is spinning. Like a whirlpool, it never ends . . .” Remember that old Tommy Roe song? Yeah, well, that’s been my theme song for almost a week now. I guess my allergies took the whole “party in my head” thing literally and decided to host a hoedown in my
On our last day we chartered a bus and crossed the border into Bosnia. Breathtaking beauty and heartbreaking destruction, side by side. I posted pictures here. When I see children playing outside a building pocked by machine-gun fire, emotions collide and words refuse to order themselves until they all distill to one simple prayer. Come,
When one visits a foreign land, one is encouraged to be culturally sensitive–to educate oneself regarding offensive behavior and basic good manners. For example, in some countries, it’s rude to point with what we Americans call the “pointer” finger. In other countries, it’s rude to sit in any position that aims the bottom of your
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The day after the second retreat ended, the staff rented a small ferry boat and visited two nearby islands. I posted some pictures here. I could go for a job as a travel photographer. I’m just sayin’.
I don’t know if it’s intrinsic to my personality or if I’ve just trained myself this way, but I tend to closely observe whatever is happening around me and also inside me. I experience emotions, but I simultaneously paint pictures of them. I marvel over beauty, but then I have to wrap words around it.
"God totally showed up!" Read More »
When you have almost 700 pictures, it’s hard to choose just a few. Here’s a sampling. Isn’t Dubrovnik enchanting?
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I’ve been home for almost a week, and I’ve just about caught up with life. (I told it to stay put while I was away, but it didn’t even slow its pace. Cheeky.) Croatia was amazing, and I imagine I’ll be processing for quite a while. I know I’m a different person than I was
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I’m not taking a computer to Croatia, and I don’t know if I’ll have internet access, but Women of the Harvest plans to update a blog during the retreats. If you’re interested, you can find it here. I leave day after tomorrow. I still haven’t packed. I should get on that.
Life With a Science Guy A few days ago, George happened to be standing nearby as I made my lunch. A container of mesquite-smoked rotisserie chicken pieces sat on the counter, and I was selecting bits of it to go in my salad. After silently watching me pick several chunks of chicken from the dish,