tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20075854102088078652024-03-18T08:35:15.141-07:00. Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.comBlogger336125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-31724869928319627562023-09-17T15:13:00.007-07:002023-09-17T15:14:14.655-07:00Italy part 2<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRR1iMDOaI46e7yaGn5YOmoFWv0a8MKanujbGhCGFvtOzFJQS7uSPVJkwiakhYjDkMc5rZzWrWyQEekQUana1-BMH-ysukjgKAdHneXWpmaPQtMFtopvTlGyI04JyHFP6t8w894jiUXBbG2ttvR6DrQCJ-Xo1lf9pE_QzFfZVtkJeTAs4UhaAKWqOFI1oc/s4000/DSCF0556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRR1iMDOaI46e7yaGn5YOmoFWv0a8MKanujbGhCGFvtOzFJQS7uSPVJkwiakhYjDkMc5rZzWrWyQEekQUana1-BMH-ysukjgKAdHneXWpmaPQtMFtopvTlGyI04JyHFP6t8w894jiUXBbG2ttvR6DrQCJ-Xo1lf9pE_QzFfZVtkJeTAs4UhaAKWqOFI1oc/w480-h640/DSCF0556.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Why did it seem so surreal? So much that it felt impossible to be present in the moment. I tried. I suppose I'll have to go back and try harder next time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This photo was taken in Cortona, just outside the city center. The whole villiage is perched on a steep hillside, and the views overlooking Tuscany were amazing. I'm pretty sure this flowering vine is Jasmine, because it smelled amazing. While we were in Cortona, a few memorable things happened. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We witnessed a slow motion Italian road rage incident. Both men hopped out of the (tiny) cars and gave 98 hand gestures per minute, while yelling at one another. No guns were brandished, and they both walked away without incident. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had a fantastic meal al fresco...and I bought myself some perfume. It's incredible. It smells just like a perfume I would create just for me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZC0N5y11alhCg3O8VDmWvpaQX4Ue-hefYUrpp1pNk05O0ZQ6EkN7HveHZ5AFUCgrQab07QiOzv6y-S7lywjWa3KBdeVC2M8jVWRybAm8JZYlM2RNfmrM80YI9JSo8IHdly_-lpNje_-eqq1AMk1lzCgBDv-skCFuE0-2RtYvR__rQEPKshEloJ11vHuB/s4000/DSCF0494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZC0N5y11alhCg3O8VDmWvpaQX4Ue-hefYUrpp1pNk05O0ZQ6EkN7HveHZ5AFUCgrQab07QiOzv6y-S7lywjWa3KBdeVC2M8jVWRybAm8JZYlM2RNfmrM80YI9JSo8IHdly_-lpNje_-eqq1AMk1lzCgBDv-skCFuE0-2RtYvR__rQEPKshEloJ11vHuB/w480-h640/DSCF0494.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm fairly certain this is in Cortona. I will always be fascinated by small side streets. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp351n2dBQHWUKUkPaXcN9IffbseYuLcm2BdoCvdZ35grlAaB_ABsNA0q95ErH1cCbdIft_AsIiN_9UihMEZjq_j4I9CARz_-3V0Z88yZf-27kXdqXZwUY_nwG_LAQSL2RZGkKpGswlXz4k7U2Oy24zDF9ccSRaxwKWa0sQnPyFcWMvD1-DLva85EHWQUS/s4000/DSCF0633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp351n2dBQHWUKUkPaXcN9IffbseYuLcm2BdoCvdZ35grlAaB_ABsNA0q95ErH1cCbdIft_AsIiN_9UihMEZjq_j4I9CARz_-3V0Z88yZf-27kXdqXZwUY_nwG_LAQSL2RZGkKpGswlXz4k7U2Oy24zDF9ccSRaxwKWa0sQnPyFcWMvD1-DLva85EHWQUS/w480-h640/DSCF0633.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is inside the duomo in Siena. It was very crowded, and I had been inside on our first trip, so we didn't spend much time here. I wanted the kids to see it, though. Interestingly, it was free entrance in 2012, and now it costs $13 per person. Even more if you want to see the chapel. I noticed that several locations now charge an entrance fee. I suppose it's for maintenance and upkeep. While we were there, a tourist from the UK carved his initials into the wall of an ancient ruins. The mood amongst the locals was not too pleasant with regards to tourists. I suppose they've had an increase in numbers since covid, and Americans tend to be the most obnoxious. More on that later. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvU-4L0Wok40epibKdPgqi4xub3JHWhWbHNvhyb1ZVMqkdLsaPsW2PWdd9jWrWMTW5YbeWSHl7fhOberVVIJ9fQygAAldj3RCzw8DckWph7QZsjtijCBnqf29oalDRKc4sshdX5wtyFDHkI96x3Ea5XZuLa8ZmCQKvIv78i4o31cD9_GOlFe6rE2bONfmd/s4000/DSCF0607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvU-4L0Wok40epibKdPgqi4xub3JHWhWbHNvhyb1ZVMqkdLsaPsW2PWdd9jWrWMTW5YbeWSHl7fhOberVVIJ9fQygAAldj3RCzw8DckWph7QZsjtijCBnqf29oalDRKc4sshdX5wtyFDHkI96x3Ea5XZuLa8ZmCQKvIv78i4o31cD9_GOlFe6rE2bONfmd/w640-h480/DSCF0607.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The view coming down from the top of the village in Cortona. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWCerqX4jVswBsptS-8wya9Q4dR5VAyGCqtWzhIZWK0px48Pj123MWE6swMR2SYnQd6xOvXqMQ_pF10reJRLDeHdtK6ljrrKKMRvzNRpqshuBr0SAX-iCFxalv0XyjDZhaLYqLkJrSDgtz-6A15ipXpSmMvNN9s4nOpYqyE2dg1mKkSLub1lEl85KfZge/s4032/DSCF0652.RAF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3012" data-original-width="4032" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWCerqX4jVswBsptS-8wya9Q4dR5VAyGCqtWzhIZWK0px48Pj123MWE6swMR2SYnQd6xOvXqMQ_pF10reJRLDeHdtK6ljrrKKMRvzNRpqshuBr0SAX-iCFxalv0XyjDZhaLYqLkJrSDgtz-6A15ipXpSmMvNN9s4nOpYqyE2dg1mKkSLub1lEl85KfZge/w640-h478/DSCF0652.RAF" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is inside the duomo in Siena. These are the likenesses of former popes, which seemed morbid to me. I wasn't interested in the papacy (sp?) at all this time. The gilded excess seemed even more excessive. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzUg4fJt6S5V7Z5N38-ZOuVeQ5AKguvZH5sYRkTxMOwe4giDKGD3SGH-E2TV6tDhufkjKIvpQTlekGQL0p95QH4ba8ZxkXQwNAORhoQfqqwu2Em_vmYlLxmXRfZCdYOnzNmjzbwRx0Gp3puMAwZ_cBzmqa61N6htazotPE6qLJG7iiqOiCXUboxerBuF7/s4000/DSCF0745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzUg4fJt6S5V7Z5N38-ZOuVeQ5AKguvZH5sYRkTxMOwe4giDKGD3SGH-E2TV6tDhufkjKIvpQTlekGQL0p95QH4ba8ZxkXQwNAORhoQfqqwu2Em_vmYlLxmXRfZCdYOnzNmjzbwRx0Gp3puMAwZ_cBzmqa61N6htazotPE6qLJG7iiqOiCXUboxerBuF7/w480-h640/DSCF0745.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'll always take a photo of a bike next to flowers. This was in a village on an island in the middle of a lake in Tuscany. :p</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8g4LmD7CzfgfM3zLfyw_DOSSp7IALkmq3p4BtgjyiXOJnmMWnbJkdbuzBXIodwfsRV3kJ8y7aOGI0VVPqLCaYn3kr7jVoamB_AYMahpGcJdTQChPMRH5gnIy5xigs2CJDsU8GFj_aLCAIxVbdYmlcLJPcxYL_mYSn5WDVkYx2PNPtH2kNH4FMS-A9ytd/s4000/DSCF0798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8g4LmD7CzfgfM3zLfyw_DOSSp7IALkmq3p4BtgjyiXOJnmMWnbJkdbuzBXIodwfsRV3kJ8y7aOGI0VVPqLCaYn3kr7jVoamB_AYMahpGcJdTQChPMRH5gnIy5xigs2CJDsU8GFj_aLCAIxVbdYmlcLJPcxYL_mYSn5WDVkYx2PNPtH2kNH4FMS-A9ytd/w640-h480/DSCF0798.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This guy was having the time of his life. He and his entire wedding party had lunch at the table next to us, and he was happy to hug anyone within arm's length. Moments like this make me want to go back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGNhEHw-65duD-0Wqqy-1zf8yZgZp_FWvRuIs_KqrXdSQ5X0750gkNMLsGmGuAvkb9jqh2LkA7xrSPV_slUfb3KQCl9x_j2NVWy95iFBBSZQMxMQD05O9TyeQSNi4JF7Vo9rJz0S253Afb45MzfDrkRGQf55-VdnNswmgS3tp7HUNNGWNDcvWD09xtrncu/s4000/DSCF0746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGNhEHw-65duD-0Wqqy-1zf8yZgZp_FWvRuIs_KqrXdSQ5X0750gkNMLsGmGuAvkb9jqh2LkA7xrSPV_slUfb3KQCl9x_j2NVWy95iFBBSZQMxMQD05O9TyeQSNi4JF7Vo9rJz0S253Afb45MzfDrkRGQf55-VdnNswmgS3tp7HUNNGWNDcvWD09xtrncu/w640-h480/DSCF0746.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> And here we end with another bike next to flowers. It's a favorite theme of mine. <p></p><p><br /></p><p>Next time I'll post black and white photos taken in Venice. </p><p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-50233544945918046172023-07-31T19:08:00.004-07:002023-08-31T21:08:12.712-07:00Italy 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkquAx2AJCEFHJ-jQEKYNJSK54SOpjdmPOLRXk-Bej8ZJwnSXsHptfNHSOrsRVGgVj_2S6Z1Lv2VyaoNZQLGE1EnRACE2Bb6Pr8QdIVWQhV7nKAuhe6XIzaC2mb9PraSosmwdc7Vn0m7D01ioJwZsgevwQkgj872jJZR4emI_3_sjRuNLCF14LLOCxrht/s4000/20230627_172718.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkquAx2AJCEFHJ-jQEKYNJSK54SOpjdmPOLRXk-Bej8ZJwnSXsHptfNHSOrsRVGgVj_2S6Z1Lv2VyaoNZQLGE1EnRACE2Bb6Pr8QdIVWQhV7nKAuhe6XIzaC2mb9PraSosmwdc7Vn0m7D01ioJwZsgevwQkgj872jJZR4emI_3_sjRuNLCF14LLOCxrht/w288-h640/20230627_172718.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><p>I spotted these beautiful colors in Cinque Terre, at Montosorro al Mare.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpd8hkQD0S2OJS5VqdCJgrHGOnoRiNvSTvwKSkYUXFPfa6dNQie6uG2vRKWMXtLPe-ZLWzDAAdu2Db2ePaHghzSwOeyZ0LgEnZRoQp9INzG0DbqhVUXD8d3z2uUx_x2hO01vYdU-kOoj37XGorRWRJCmFxpSIK7VeWeXAosNf2NGsbVIvJvRLEoLuTZLXr/s4000/20230627_141741.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpd8hkQD0S2OJS5VqdCJgrHGOnoRiNvSTvwKSkYUXFPfa6dNQie6uG2vRKWMXtLPe-ZLWzDAAdu2Db2ePaHghzSwOeyZ0LgEnZRoQp9INzG0DbqhVUXD8d3z2uUx_x2hO01vYdU-kOoj37XGorRWRJCmFxpSIK7VeWeXAosNf2NGsbVIvJvRLEoLuTZLXr/w640-h288/20230627_141741.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was in La Spezia, near Cinque Terre.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYb5XxF_--P6hBaZr0FBJlrOljmCufBBxs9pTFXkqye0DIDcmVm-A79_AlCxAjXy6E9kYh9gR5a6U2St5OUFv7QY59rj-fs03Ck-rktMyPNz6VRZy8-y9uaM5EuG_ZKeyv22hbAsct3F0bpUkuAqku8pfitgR2ORYQTShqv-B5xqWAKDYHOmyNH4s31qBh/s4000/20230626_191534.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYb5XxF_--P6hBaZr0FBJlrOljmCufBBxs9pTFXkqye0DIDcmVm-A79_AlCxAjXy6E9kYh9gR5a6U2St5OUFv7QY59rj-fs03Ck-rktMyPNz6VRZy8-y9uaM5EuG_ZKeyv22hbAsct3F0bpUkuAqku8pfitgR2ORYQTShqv-B5xqWAKDYHOmyNH4s31qBh/w640-h288/20230626_191534.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pignone</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1s4u7FB_nBC0yspJ8JZegsOYqTljRL_Az2YGpxj_--SrUA9GqoQgXDo9a4nf1z_81DqqrlsEwZxoujGzFqA-L1ks5KkGzel5PGvju644b7qyjAOI2brinfqFKJQcGAwv2k67eWyh0w1VEAeUzEYOyW7sL2YfLK-0IlF8Jtl7Sz5iMfVQE1wtb5JOyvga/s4000/20230626_211624.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1s4u7FB_nBC0yspJ8JZegsOYqTljRL_Az2YGpxj_--SrUA9GqoQgXDo9a4nf1z_81DqqrlsEwZxoujGzFqA-L1ks5KkGzel5PGvju644b7qyjAOI2brinfqFKJQcGAwv2k67eWyh0w1VEAeUzEYOyW7sL2YfLK-0IlF8Jtl7Sz5iMfVQE1wtb5JOyvga/w640-h288/20230626_211624.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pignone</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7Z1-3o7mzl4FV8e-YAK_Kcux6SuDKxWDYvmiUmqDLfkcEzNTJQ47o-_H1KYCeX8ccKoQfi87Iud0VZ453CqR2Raa8VjWlD3dG0dBqeEhv3AEAmSWVP7UXbuAAnDM-HV-RgJQdRpBmkHpf6zsV-rHMxoQBQjtPEtuUlwzktAa3SaqY0l7vToj8I_mKwIm/s2097/20230625_204900.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2097" data-original-width="1689" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7Z1-3o7mzl4FV8e-YAK_Kcux6SuDKxWDYvmiUmqDLfkcEzNTJQ47o-_H1KYCeX8ccKoQfi87Iud0VZ453CqR2Raa8VjWlD3dG0dBqeEhv3AEAmSWVP7UXbuAAnDM-HV-RgJQdRpBmkHpf6zsV-rHMxoQBQjtPEtuUlwzktAa3SaqY0l7vToj8I_mKwIm/w516-h640/20230625_204900.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pignone</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7Y9sRyJv5w5ndq7mr3gx04XedVQJW_fK5wrn6VwAq_vJOjz5N7JTbqBlJ0t-dz8vpuetUY3cI1KGujYeZU_e8FaZFmkrSzUqCFjUCod8w_eB9ZuulohMTWRigxD3bM-m8r7FsIsDfOiKgeVtc6qJtoWXK-MBk4-XvlnFK129tnCpZjpZtIPDLgBdNmpn/s4000/20230624_204830.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7Y9sRyJv5w5ndq7mr3gx04XedVQJW_fK5wrn6VwAq_vJOjz5N7JTbqBlJ0t-dz8vpuetUY3cI1KGujYeZU_e8FaZFmkrSzUqCFjUCod8w_eB9ZuulohMTWRigxD3bM-m8r7FsIsDfOiKgeVtc6qJtoWXK-MBk4-XvlnFK129tnCpZjpZtIPDLgBdNmpn/w640-h288/20230624_204830.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pietraviva, Toscana</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMd2zoC_l7bIMHtnpFdZ8bKbTW8wkOiFtALWcX_LFVIUouFaxm5Ypx_WyeC21Hg3G5ocazNoo0_BDoaTFtwHemL-J3q7ymQmdTGCTsk2bzrdXbBphRf2su7jF2MtIk8P7q4M5Q-LWr6KKuktap6V0kP_JHjHogeIm-NO3xky-NvXJAEIAiSKDKDjPGiSP/s4000/20230623_204412.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMd2zoC_l7bIMHtnpFdZ8bKbTW8wkOiFtALWcX_LFVIUouFaxm5Ypx_WyeC21Hg3G5ocazNoo0_BDoaTFtwHemL-J3q7ymQmdTGCTsk2bzrdXbBphRf2su7jF2MtIk8P7q4M5Q-LWr6KKuktap6V0kP_JHjHogeIm-NO3xky-NvXJAEIAiSKDKDjPGiSP/w640-h288/20230623_204412.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Civatella, Toscana</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8RVhA7HXReJYfvNCY98Nhv0OFwquVVgcx9WKmO3ckN_AOIhIB2uBft_4BiM2oxUkvgVpjwg2pd1UFQj_dhm8T6xkgsunzh5t1FaALkXqyDS7N5Ny9ciyQiCJcoKxPzel5kC9DEFnifBjJoUareiSCRUiJWIKQ4i39J7AqfTeuCiIWNkt_REdHflwWM9h/s4000/20230623_204420.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8RVhA7HXReJYfvNCY98Nhv0OFwquVVgcx9WKmO3ckN_AOIhIB2uBft_4BiM2oxUkvgVpjwg2pd1UFQj_dhm8T6xkgsunzh5t1FaALkXqyDS7N5Ny9ciyQiCJcoKxPzel5kC9DEFnifBjJoUareiSCRUiJWIKQ4i39J7AqfTeuCiIWNkt_REdHflwWM9h/w640-h288/20230623_204420.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Civatella, Toscana</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3aaDjvIJ22yMxDgOq45kDVUNwEYpmmECthZy9CHlLtnMLcwFjEBWZmZtGNw4_JhJokcoa75M6IJxUgN6xBR1B5mZYiZPsWpRnAsWgmxuv4QgZkwHG7oAkP4P0oZA8sLjr0N3Lz4EsoKLxth2E0qlfJKDOCv61dSZeVkhyDlPAOK4wFUSFCm0nQN9P9T_/s2113/20230623_130604.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2113" data-original-width="1732" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3aaDjvIJ22yMxDgOq45kDVUNwEYpmmECthZy9CHlLtnMLcwFjEBWZmZtGNw4_JhJokcoa75M6IJxUgN6xBR1B5mZYiZPsWpRnAsWgmxuv4QgZkwHG7oAkP4P0oZA8sLjr0N3Lz4EsoKLxth2E0qlfJKDOCv61dSZeVkhyDlPAOK4wFUSFCm0nQN9P9T_/w524-h640/20230623_130604.jpg" width="524" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">enjoyed a spritz and strawberries at the bar in Ambra</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquGGhmN4bSGEqIP9vWf8bav8lM6PC9C7lEdWfDKIgfFbfowCjcrz_oRM3xfa0J28s0olqTavdtu7sihtJK_-9HJK4RlPtFoWa0LzLr2-7P0IKWWN0A_4AUQsS4EqKyAhW986GALvS9g5Ua90Tq63m-DJW1b3zDoYHTV-rF0SAKFfZ7CWBNnETjn3S1fvC/s4000/20230623_124750.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquGGhmN4bSGEqIP9vWf8bav8lM6PC9C7lEdWfDKIgfFbfowCjcrz_oRM3xfa0J28s0olqTavdtu7sihtJK_-9HJK4RlPtFoWa0LzLr2-7P0IKWWN0A_4AUQsS4EqKyAhW986GALvS9g5Ua90Tq63m-DJW1b3zDoYHTV-rF0SAKFfZ7CWBNnETjn3S1fvC/w640-h288/20230623_124750.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-ZU_oZzsLaKUvu7_c-WQLwPuyxgs6Wo8YKGO2BA4Zv-iodXmUMWAMD5-WBWGW-gWoBO0VBvtW2ZhvDNRSaY7SR_H8ELHGzmJT6sLNVklKAmMAfpISMOM675BL6_j4PStyGQ9s_h9LxEAzHQYu2w37DuO9wVADpfGoTEiN50HFEVDN2YoopZnW6wjxUvs/s2002/20230623_124535.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2002" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-ZU_oZzsLaKUvu7_c-WQLwPuyxgs6Wo8YKGO2BA4Zv-iodXmUMWAMD5-WBWGW-gWoBO0VBvtW2ZhvDNRSaY7SR_H8ELHGzmJT6sLNVklKAmMAfpISMOM675BL6_j4PStyGQ9s_h9LxEAzHQYu2w37DuO9wVADpfGoTEiN50HFEVDN2YoopZnW6wjxUvs/w576-h640/20230623_124535.jpg" width="576" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JcNEW-rX5JHSO2NPUW8t6BkREs2twzYPwsF-cnutlK02Pj6ctO0i7-z9YxWwey1kQoR_8afzpJrvJaRi62dEPwvTiE0pYfXxWuc00oBhDiio_yStylaZHxeZ_Tb4OOhgJ8d2sSLlbq8h8HEPTSMMmENtlYHky9oPJxHyHtV2uek_qtm_iKW6j6vUVxv_/s2361/20230623_115127.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2361" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JcNEW-rX5JHSO2NPUW8t6BkREs2twzYPwsF-cnutlK02Pj6ctO0i7-z9YxWwey1kQoR_8afzpJrvJaRi62dEPwvTiE0pYfXxWuc00oBhDiio_yStylaZHxeZ_Tb4OOhgJ8d2sSLlbq8h8HEPTSMMmENtlYHky9oPJxHyHtV2uek_qtm_iKW6j6vUVxv_/w488-h640/20230623_115127.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">enjoyed this pastry and cappuccino in La Spezia</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYMe4JbV9oQKuLAvfvZ4KkHXpTadfNcBUxjckvcDsRRombObOxxId4CaRR7P8X0wj6GfNKiheiZdKiWJqSpFVyJDVTj_0Z2Fz3-H1YKCZ_qMLJP6Yi5JeWOyij30lUXtmA-0CXkbO6dOGPP4Qpk0MHIL5qVXLyMyrvjSD-Bu3PGMNsWxwNToHBDFYoe4s/s4000/20230623_112547.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYMe4JbV9oQKuLAvfvZ4KkHXpTadfNcBUxjckvcDsRRombObOxxId4CaRR7P8X0wj6GfNKiheiZdKiWJqSpFVyJDVTj_0Z2Fz3-H1YKCZ_qMLJP6Yi5JeWOyij30lUXtmA-0CXkbO6dOGPP4Qpk0MHIL5qVXLyMyrvjSD-Bu3PGMNsWxwNToHBDFYoe4s/w640-h288/20230623_112547.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">these were both taken at the agritourismo in Pietraviva</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqYRukCEPNN3F53QJRn-0p0b8bkou_DKK4QxDmmbxj5KB3jGT6Un0xAdK01_kIhvJqAp7ne5oUsifnGGtp_N3aJu2pyeIbzNZVQ-C_NzUYbmBgqJI92eI-9TXA_LeTzAOCfuSGxjMb6yL3Kn75fgnubHNH3_ORGRFHZ9pZVBkB6we1Tr9QgD6UHXdiDS3V/s4000/20230623_112551.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqYRukCEPNN3F53QJRn-0p0b8bkou_DKK4QxDmmbxj5KB3jGT6Un0xAdK01_kIhvJqAp7ne5oUsifnGGtp_N3aJu2pyeIbzNZVQ-C_NzUYbmBgqJI92eI-9TXA_LeTzAOCfuSGxjMb6yL3Kn75fgnubHNH3_ORGRFHZ9pZVBkB6we1Tr9QgD6UHXdiDS3V/w640-h288/20230623_112551.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-85005029110092640622023-04-09T15:48:00.003-07:002023-04-09T15:48:49.037-07:00Happy Easter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4JmADX4tkdhrbJ3OdWAdmlXLb1MW9RMsXKSp5fvAkSEvJq76veaJxADk_ntOHeqZTVNRyI75znqmAvwsPsMAulybPITwPD0oZuuG0fOqddiOioMLSryVHZVHsQI3489e6FatbdzUwHGc_J_Ykh5bI8qCeLYygpaLAcu3mxR2ZPzG6suHsZ49mXX_pqw/s851/Screenshot_20230409_174011_Gallery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="851" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4JmADX4tkdhrbJ3OdWAdmlXLb1MW9RMsXKSp5fvAkSEvJq76veaJxADk_ntOHeqZTVNRyI75znqmAvwsPsMAulybPITwPD0oZuuG0fOqddiOioMLSryVHZVHsQI3489e6FatbdzUwHGc_J_Ykh5bI8qCeLYygpaLAcu3mxR2ZPzG6suHsZ49mXX_pqw/w400-h245/Screenshot_20230409_174011_Gallery.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. I Corinthians 13:12</span><p></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-36039151415895999932022-12-06T21:21:00.001-08:002022-12-06T21:21:48.087-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JkhldlfQPjm_KPiYxEwehasnsqmkGqerovDkiRs2Tql3ck5LJyAyux6LKp7PHPiNV0-lQWWej-mBaau75unYrPnUANACkxXTgMguua2eve8enBVxw7MSg2bNDOFm-MBfFBL1_wc8ShiqgPbV7-nltgn57JGLSMEvO30ZomFrXhMCh52HgnNi3V1XLg/s3905/DSCF2218.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2928" data-original-width="3905" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JkhldlfQPjm_KPiYxEwehasnsqmkGqerovDkiRs2Tql3ck5LJyAyux6LKp7PHPiNV0-lQWWej-mBaau75unYrPnUANACkxXTgMguua2eve8enBVxw7MSg2bNDOFm-MBfFBL1_wc8ShiqgPbV7-nltgn57JGLSMEvO30ZomFrXhMCh52HgnNi3V1XLg/w640-h480/DSCF2218.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I read Lady Chatterly's Lover in 2010 (it left an impression). I know it's scandalous but it was so much more than that to me. It was very timely for me. That book touched on so many parts of life that are completely neglected in today's world. Constance was in love with nature, and she was in love with Mellors. but not "in love". a deeper, share a mouth type of love. I digress...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">anyway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had actually forgotten that it was written by DH Lawrence, and I went through a phase with him around that same time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sometimes I push parts of myself so far down, so far into the background, that I forget they exist. what a shame. when I'm an old lady I'll regret that more than anything. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-66317521129614393642022-10-21T13:23:00.002-07:002022-10-22T21:38:03.391-07:00<p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-59914491626643488262022-10-20T20:31:00.003-07:002022-10-20T20:31:56.015-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiih4ET5BrwCAGLHpWGrqpyV98azZhuBNWDjYwMJ_moqEROpgnmO9CZHwZ0-um5MP2y8gfm0U-4spM2xaUZ666dTBmlkyNhH80v6ZaAoDw_Q1cGT8PVcmbeL4jyxEuHLAIiphEFeMcVPInKtLnuI9oURWcTo19w1UiEoZ71EQkFdO1zqE9-vu5uXr-qUg/s2868/20220701_140234.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="2868" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiih4ET5BrwCAGLHpWGrqpyV98azZhuBNWDjYwMJ_moqEROpgnmO9CZHwZ0-um5MP2y8gfm0U-4spM2xaUZ666dTBmlkyNhH80v6ZaAoDw_Q1cGT8PVcmbeL4jyxEuHLAIiphEFeMcVPInKtLnuI9oURWcTo19w1UiEoZ71EQkFdO1zqE9-vu5uXr-qUg/w640-h490/20220701_140234.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I would like to know how trauma affects the brain and it's ability to regulate emotions and the sympathetic nervous system. I would like to know the long-term effects of trauma on overall heath and longevity. </div><div><br /></div><div>I would like to travel to beautiful places and see things for the first time. </div><div><br /></div><div>I want to forget who I think people think I am, </div><div><br /></div><div>I want to hit the restart button.</div><div><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-5131738409612007072022-07-10T19:19:00.005-07:002022-07-10T19:32:27.508-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdm61vy20-OpzKCPjwr1swkwTnfjnx71NjpBoU-veLb_6WZBAU6y3fm5Ri7ci0VG_71_Pyd8gnYpReHXUvNM2LuCtM8YGRis4Cz-Bl_NVigHEyWdF2QtjN9EcgVHRlgqgEH8a5GFW9BcjVAjmqQtIjSZGfJp9w4Ae2NSQQ9_eEM4Ri-xD36WGkpUtrA/s4000/20220702_203715.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdm61vy20-OpzKCPjwr1swkwTnfjnx71NjpBoU-veLb_6WZBAU6y3fm5Ri7ci0VG_71_Pyd8gnYpReHXUvNM2LuCtM8YGRis4Cz-Bl_NVigHEyWdF2QtjN9EcgVHRlgqgEH8a5GFW9BcjVAjmqQtIjSZGfJp9w4Ae2NSQQ9_eEM4Ri-xD36WGkpUtrA/w640-h480/20220702_203715.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWf5vNZa8jb7CNTf_Bd425QjOEy7Zor88fQxvu_ZnoL9bDt_LZr74H_Jz1ig8y5TLOGftNsWCkPOg6YqpBnx0_HGwb7bBs5Nu6At7_7-ezIZi3Awe3ArORpX8CBzmGWNnkiYlvFwIVDiMJt029JGbo0Azj-0TVdq0VHoFoGdm_ooI5A08J4FCe_boPg/s4000/20220702_203514.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWf5vNZa8jb7CNTf_Bd425QjOEy7Zor88fQxvu_ZnoL9bDt_LZr74H_Jz1ig8y5TLOGftNsWCkPOg6YqpBnx0_HGwb7bBs5Nu6At7_7-ezIZi3Awe3ArORpX8CBzmGWNnkiYlvFwIVDiMJt029JGbo0Azj-0TVdq0VHoFoGdm_ooI5A08J4FCe_boPg/w640-h480/20220702_203514.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoYMvormKlPVpOL0atRymWUxsivmNthuK-6t3jdFrGuQl0yuJTF-N8DedP-ggh_i6Af_LE_HaS4FqslDP3hNxys3UeOZqhtikUFUO13RRY7QfwWsx1-1bK5tHgzA4I1ar9QRwp3DRny9ZJvCxwTYgL0U1HcgmUUrEaU-ER74XFyQ9BKChF3jDpNglQQ/s4000/20220702_203307.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoYMvormKlPVpOL0atRymWUxsivmNthuK-6t3jdFrGuQl0yuJTF-N8DedP-ggh_i6Af_LE_HaS4FqslDP3hNxys3UeOZqhtikUFUO13RRY7QfwWsx1-1bK5tHgzA4I1ar9QRwp3DRny9ZJvCxwTYgL0U1HcgmUUrEaU-ER74XFyQ9BKChF3jDpNglQQ/w640-h480/20220702_203307.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>when the sky looks like this i feel a sense of relief. a sense of calm and rest. that there is something so much bigger than me. i need this feeling at least 12 times a day.</p><p><br /></p><p>isn't it beautiful? isn't it such a release to just indulge in the beauty of the color and enormity of it?</p><p>indulgent like a little child falling into her grandma's arms for long, much needed nap.</p><p>remember that?</p><p>my grandmothers both gave the best hugs. they had big bosoms that just inflicted relaxation and drowsiness immediately upon impact .</p><p><br /></p><p>even as an adult i loved that feeling. i have an aunt that to this day will grab my head and smoosh it into her chest when she hugs me. </p><p>how do you get that kind of comfort?</p><p>do you ever crave that kind of comfort? the comfort of 'home'?</p><p>this is my drug of choice, among others.</p><p>these were taken through the front windshield while driving through Mississippi. </p><p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com129tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-67820344929492715112022-06-20T21:30:00.000-07:002022-06-20T21:30:02.766-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPJti7wO8S614cSreOhXrW4rWsFG6taKHaEKDJKuHle2NFraUakz-eVLtO7VmUt7xNXh7tTYDRecn4UcXJ7-mzuvNiyQMFs13PQLQidLkaoYnbzI4KshyocP41Rlp9X-ps3aLkvJlLZSdgtXUs4EPk9L6TGwtVLh7YMXmJnekx2ZXMq06voCwmaaNAw/s4000/20220604_173101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPJti7wO8S614cSreOhXrW4rWsFG6taKHaEKDJKuHle2NFraUakz-eVLtO7VmUt7xNXh7tTYDRecn4UcXJ7-mzuvNiyQMFs13PQLQidLkaoYnbzI4KshyocP41Rlp9X-ps3aLkvJlLZSdgtXUs4EPk9L6TGwtVLh7YMXmJnekx2ZXMq06voCwmaaNAw/w300-h400/20220604_173101.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I feel better than last time I posted (I knew I would). And you know what?... making those prints helped quite a bit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm feeling like doing light writing again. I enjoy the fluidity and symbolic nature of that style of photography, and it feels fitting right now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhc4VnZISWFvEn00GBqmoXDAKAvj4JuPha-EC4R-O7yvlifBkoOuKpXMiQO84v173wlG2uPPIbeg84OBZiIr99M3ibIrIz717YpVMjJX1D5sXaVUNItY76uM6oTW_6Di7KRH5RC_tIyJNSU_XivuDWJV6nwHEn-Re9TN2x-_JPAJwlVXDSq-km_IEw_g/s4000/20220607_103902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhc4VnZISWFvEn00GBqmoXDAKAvj4JuPha-EC4R-O7yvlifBkoOuKpXMiQO84v173wlG2uPPIbeg84OBZiIr99M3ibIrIz717YpVMjJX1D5sXaVUNItY76uM6oTW_6Di7KRH5RC_tIyJNSU_XivuDWJV6nwHEn-Re9TN2x-_JPAJwlVXDSq-km_IEw_g/w300-h400/20220607_103902.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> This was a REALLY good latte that I didn't even have to sweeten. And I don't know what that strawberry rhubarb thing is... But it was amazing. Sitting outside enjoying this delicious coffee and treat was such a joyful moment. I think I need more of this.<p></p><p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-74628789923970289902022-06-04T22:55:00.003-07:002022-06-04T23:06:04.141-07:00i miss you, love you<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOOykj5FQmfP_udVXlthEDEM3wcLODIU3BLRZ0lJ5wcOYjGL_KfYFjEZ8r2SmWoawA8PYb7_jy92yuLBqE33hGx6RxFqB2fxGfqJ47DmkEA94heoNa3CcG8gFsehj23_MOXvrO0XsxoLO2bv1-NkfUoMXIb0orArCfPlbiouKsH4mJOz6ENBCBfzkJUg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="833" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOOykj5FQmfP_udVXlthEDEM3wcLODIU3BLRZ0lJ5wcOYjGL_KfYFjEZ8r2SmWoawA8PYb7_jy92yuLBqE33hGx6RxFqB2fxGfqJ47DmkEA94heoNa3CcG8gFsehj23_MOXvrO0XsxoLO2bv1-NkfUoMXIb0orArCfPlbiouKsH4mJOz6ENBCBfzkJUg=w520-h640" width="520" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh85Sah0zkC109s6qUQa0YzLcsbvmFcfnhWAhmTRFpzRdVPqkIHwK3Ca5QwaGePNaRPKsGV1Dufw_vM2YQef1GFJ9Qea3gTxzCTsFb0yXW583ahnIBCfe5WWSQBRHW49VJzIoSbwo3GMyjzgxXehgz65qVguEHBL2xVrzpKo_7dKfyrA233qYYdK-9V7g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="792" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh85Sah0zkC109s6qUQa0YzLcsbvmFcfnhWAhmTRFpzRdVPqkIHwK3Ca5QwaGePNaRPKsGV1Dufw_vM2YQef1GFJ9Qea3gTxzCTsFb0yXW583ahnIBCfe5WWSQBRHW49VJzIoSbwo3GMyjzgxXehgz65qVguEHBL2xVrzpKo_7dKfyrA233qYYdK-9V7g=w496-h640" width="496" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3vs8ZOjxFFgI8lzw2j87q-wDzzppSuiPAwokZOYNsOz-BAM4LZXtpkb--StMLYOidsEExt_y4MCrrjmNnVeABj2-HrU1ZJRmGucZn-EFVYicLqKwS59yMf68dRxTezQIZHbMV-PZTQ7R4Ge-N4Bi3jlXXSIHPLpsQ2tNkEbAjfiOq1Cump-dAndoe8w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="805" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3vs8ZOjxFFgI8lzw2j87q-wDzzppSuiPAwokZOYNsOz-BAM4LZXtpkb--StMLYOidsEExt_y4MCrrjmNnVeABj2-HrU1ZJRmGucZn-EFVYicLqKwS59yMf68dRxTezQIZHbMV-PZTQ7R4Ge-N4Bi3jlXXSIHPLpsQ2tNkEbAjfiOq1Cump-dAndoe8w=w504-h640" width="504" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>These are cyanotype prints / lumen prints on photosensitive paper (traditional darkroom paper). So essentially, there are two emulsions on the paper: silver gelatin on the paper itself, and cyanotype chemistry on top of that. </p><p><br /></p><p>I like using this technique because it's messy. it's not concerned with details. it's just about the process of seeing what develops. (insert stupid metaphor about life)</p><p><br /></p><p>but honestly, these are very symbolic right now. It's june, and june always sneaks up on me like a fucking tsunami. i was listening to music tonight, just wanting so much to cry, to just wipe it all out and clear my mind and heart. i'm so cluttered right now. i'm tired of caring so much and being wrung out every day. i'm tired of fighting so much and being so angry all the time. </p><p>i've had two friends completely back away from me in the past few weeks. it boils down to this: my capacity for bullshit is low. i have very firm boundaries with people, meaning that i cannot bear passive aggressive people and their sideways communication. i've ignored red flags with these two people for years, but because it felt good (secure) to have them as friends, i stuck around. i kept quiet when they ignored my limits. i have not had conflict with friends since high school, until the last couple months. so that's fun at my age. nothing like re-kindling that insecure little 10 year old girl who just wanted people to like her. anyway. fuck em</p><p>it's work: it's stupid. it's ridiculous to get so invested in work and the people i try to serve in my profession. but there's real tragedy in this life, and i often cross paths with people who are on their path to healing physically from some unthinkable medical trauma. i realize that this almost always re-ignites my own medical trauma, especially this time of year. </p><p>i've been thinking a lot about writing about it. the event itself (the day my daughter died during birth). the moments that stick out in my mind like bookmarks in time, marking the awful realization that i was utterly powerless. i think i need to do it. i'll warn you, so you don't have to read it if you don't want to. it's graphic and fucking awful and i've been asked (by non-family members) to not write about it....i know now that was their own attempt to not face it or talk about it. funny how people project their own fear onto our immense unimaginable pain. i'm tired of carrying it for other people. so, i might write it out here. </p><p>about 3 years ago i started EMDR (eye movement desensitization and reprocessing) therapy. i was desperate because the symptoms of PTSD were getting worse. i went through this therapy for six months, and it did help, but it was like running a marathon each time. so physically and emotionally exhausting. i think it works because of that. the process of going back over the trauma and desensitizing yourself to those awful moments in time just file you down from a jagged edge to a less jagged edge, a more exhausted version of yourself that has repeated the story so many times that it starts to feel more real. less detached and horrific. i must have repeated those bookmark moments at least 50 times in that six months. it doesn't sound like a lot but it is....50 emotional marathons. coming home with nothing left, unable to offer anything to anyone. unable to hold any pain or problem for anyone else. feeling so thin and fragile. </p><p>anyway, things have gotten somewhat better since then, but it waxes and wanes. i honestly wish i could file it away and truly let it fade...not her, but the horrible moments that are stuck in my neural pathways.</p><p>so here i am. feeling like the wheel keeps turning, and i'm wrung out and needing some beauty in my life. it's what seems to light that spark and wake me back up. beauty in whatever form it presents itself. i'm seeking it everywhere. i'm trusting that i have learned to respond to life as it unfolds. </p><p>ugh too heavy. </p><p><br /></p><p>i miss you guys. i know this is somewhat depressing and heavy, but i guess it's where i write my thoughts and try to let them go. i think about yall often and it's really something how much you have helped me develop my better traits over the years. xoxo</p><p>i'll tell you about the good things next time, the growth, because it's just that time of year right now. this is what's on my heart...it'll pass, gently, hopefully. </p><p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-72921877028745660032022-03-19T21:26:00.003-07:002022-03-19T21:26:58.561-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQ3fxkDjkg5Z325TdzENdbulViX24QkL2rNqTqSwAdIqOxXezt1VbbOONNWorK6OUo6mLzEl_E_b7bcJleL8jEg69CegreAXgKcW3fp7mpQoJOw8-VFCcP8F9Hb0B-WIfZx-ATvRr7vUKevS-u8aCKkUEXVhkwqPxGvZY-m8nZDzzndOZMj8QFoHwHdw=s1857" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="1857" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQ3fxkDjkg5Z325TdzENdbulViX24QkL2rNqTqSwAdIqOxXezt1VbbOONNWorK6OUo6mLzEl_E_b7bcJleL8jEg69CegreAXgKcW3fp7mpQoJOw8-VFCcP8F9Hb0B-WIfZx-ATvRr7vUKevS-u8aCKkUEXVhkwqPxGvZY-m8nZDzzndOZMj8QFoHwHdw=w640-h388" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjl11xIQAMaAjgCLXOcFcpqv92tfro1Y-cvYiVZlIs4NjOtcDmnHl0sZikIYhuG7nYU9snHZrFSGeQXyAAgXcPkcg1KRa_jjmFMVDC_uBus9XAkyVO3IJEhIvgDOFOcrudZet8HEx1f5L05pJB12y2j5QiXhYZMt7hOCdjPtLssYFmipAxOq-MtoV4zWw=s1912" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1192" data-original-width="1912" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjl11xIQAMaAjgCLXOcFcpqv92tfro1Y-cvYiVZlIs4NjOtcDmnHl0sZikIYhuG7nYU9snHZrFSGeQXyAAgXcPkcg1KRa_jjmFMVDC_uBus9XAkyVO3IJEhIvgDOFOcrudZet8HEx1f5L05pJB12y2j5QiXhYZMt7hOCdjPtLssYFmipAxOq-MtoV4zWw=w640-h398" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-14481422825247787282022-03-19T21:24:00.001-07:002022-03-19T21:24:47.864-07:00<p> I think I've had it all wrong. The point is to be present as much as I am able. To observe life as much as I am able. And whatever comes from that... can be expressed as an act of love and evidence of having lived. All I can do is love others and show myself the same grace extended to me over and over by those who love me. It's no small thing, I know. </p><p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-76819414533092267542022-03-19T21:08:00.001-07:002022-03-19T21:08:05.285-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6AF_CJhpTzQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="6AF_CJhpTzQ"></iframe></div><br /><p></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-75432903938219743072022-01-26T19:30:00.000-08:002022-01-26T19:30:00.671-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kBOj8YxV-hg" width="320" youtube-src-id="kBOj8YxV-hg"></iframe></div><br /> This video is a metaphor for all of life.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>The dog's tenacity at a fruitless pursuit. (Me trying to do... Anything.)</p><p><br /></p><p>The dog's sweater. (Social convention and norms.)</p><p><br /></p><p>The snowman's smile. (I don't know what this represents, but it's my favorite part.)</p><p><br /></p><p>The guy laughing. (God :-)</p><p>I honestly can't explain why, but this video makes me so happy. Deeply happy. </p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-64884997282822062732022-01-12T21:07:00.003-08:002022-01-12T21:07:37.703-08:00Film shot in Big Bend National Park 2016<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOVFCsf1hwpAWBCd8Wt3aapIZY2MSfXsLdpmhqRhXLX1vp85l1ZVoQ1dAAqUsERjM_j6EtldZTYyaByRPsejgGgeUng1iOrjktZPXdRLZkPauZht4wxYDh7o8J3v_bQJTd7D76w9wikgLuaBHN9DxkGtc9RCKe54oyunv851iaIvjfbpml49QvxhYmcA=s4773" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4733" data-original-width="4773" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOVFCsf1hwpAWBCd8Wt3aapIZY2MSfXsLdpmhqRhXLX1vp85l1ZVoQ1dAAqUsERjM_j6EtldZTYyaByRPsejgGgeUng1iOrjktZPXdRLZkPauZht4wxYDh7o8J3v_bQJTd7D76w9wikgLuaBHN9DxkGtc9RCKe54oyunv851iaIvjfbpml49QvxhYmcA=w640-h634" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiO2bJtnmV_S-qNS8YLxAHwr3fiBfsQHNmfUhnbh6ItMjefkxcpWepXdJddfsxQTAupTaXfVnZsxCFNRE77ID-tO9DoUAuYqBSpWUglGnAf8230GXB7-ei4E4kbpXKM4gTxczSZtl0D0C4gwSMOsFUJCumaueObsQdqQjKUOk0l-JtFkaDfNw6JYj5KGA=s4773" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4703" data-original-width="4773" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiO2bJtnmV_S-qNS8YLxAHwr3fiBfsQHNmfUhnbh6ItMjefkxcpWepXdJddfsxQTAupTaXfVnZsxCFNRE77ID-tO9DoUAuYqBSpWUglGnAf8230GXB7-ei4E4kbpXKM4gTxczSZtl0D0C4gwSMOsFUJCumaueObsQdqQjKUOk0l-JtFkaDfNw6JYj5KGA=w640-h630" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjy1ULs9VDYSgykeLwwNFZK3eZ4ZGmaoZC-v6MnmINlows8A5LNVOZOe03G3F4Idd5YYPopB0DtOW2lYlSeSIQ7DK5nNR54X9pgZXP1jSIlEoonEMJaQTtJFsxW3kJCdIXppeMdT61Ar46Q37Bh5yeXRcFhwwiAnF14Ijx1u9UShRIUsUQ1oc1aj22_AA=s4957" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4957" data-original-width="4773" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjy1ULs9VDYSgykeLwwNFZK3eZ4ZGmaoZC-v6MnmINlows8A5LNVOZOe03G3F4Idd5YYPopB0DtOW2lYlSeSIQ7DK5nNR54X9pgZXP1jSIlEoonEMJaQTtJFsxW3kJCdIXppeMdT61Ar46Q37Bh5yeXRcFhwwiAnF14Ijx1u9UShRIUsUQ1oc1aj22_AA=w616-h640" width="616" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiTZWj14wpZCAb4TDwStDs7a2AiwTDA-1xQn7WrdbI760_6z_5z7RhR3xcwaVhM1jMqCJWAnildkC4OJ2sjdIGTTdtc3UafwuWPBdIEfR4SoXm_PXTVXzpQAFrhnbOIJCpzV8MYNahzfqJd15gI9oTMwjOjmLj3ouencY4ycvHPvISpD44PjGN-XpufA=s6097" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4877" data-original-width="6097" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiTZWj14wpZCAb4TDwStDs7a2AiwTDA-1xQn7WrdbI760_6z_5z7RhR3xcwaVhM1jMqCJWAnildkC4OJ2sjdIGTTdtc3UafwuWPBdIEfR4SoXm_PXTVXzpQAFrhnbOIJCpzV8MYNahzfqJd15gI9oTMwjOjmLj3ouencY4ycvHPvISpD44PjGN-XpufA=w640-h512" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3AQLtGM6U5vsCyueoh-AijAz0vZgf-BRmMiH-0uBBWaq0ZzKHYh7zucHKUvhbgFwQyM4vuvArx7ONgJ0-1lJm9VIG7RMGRMiXQxnL3THQKjmaQ9ARY1Yafr8VDIwlhU67PSRuhNLmRcsRW-5v7iMpSwoJzu1SWjLyCG_dvfXb1y_DEKgS2Zlile_pyQ=s4773" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4620" data-original-width="4773" height="620" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3AQLtGM6U5vsCyueoh-AijAz0vZgf-BRmMiH-0uBBWaq0ZzKHYh7zucHKUvhbgFwQyM4vuvArx7ONgJ0-1lJm9VIG7RMGRMiXQxnL3THQKjmaQ9ARY1Yafr8VDIwlhU67PSRuhNLmRcsRW-5v7iMpSwoJzu1SWjLyCG_dvfXb1y_DEKgS2Zlile_pyQ=w640-h620" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-49468126267792254802022-01-05T18:46:00.002-08:002022-01-05T18:49:14.156-08:00film<p>Tonight I developed several rolls of 120 film that I shot in Maine in July 2019. I honestly didn't expect to get any decent images, since I ruined the last several rolls that I tried developing. Seems like the less I expect, the better things turn out. :0/</p><p>I hope to go back to Maine this summer. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKTi0VNSUV04P2yf1l6dvMkGVq3RtI-p0eR4XmC94nvoANm9A9_H75X28mDTU9rVnw9I76SBy0jNUYUceEn9DTKn-P2hKC9E_PbVL3k30DBXZNHAPV2RqI3yIPjkXgjpSBtF0X8GMdKuX25gi9I45-kzsvTEo1QeQYS9RXL-Gl9hzLR_ftHXfnWd-JKw=s1497" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1496" data-original-width="1497" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKTi0VNSUV04P2yf1l6dvMkGVq3RtI-p0eR4XmC94nvoANm9A9_H75X28mDTU9rVnw9I76SBy0jNUYUceEn9DTKn-P2hKC9E_PbVL3k30DBXZNHAPV2RqI3yIPjkXgjpSBtF0X8GMdKuX25gi9I45-kzsvTEo1QeQYS9RXL-Gl9hzLR_ftHXfnWd-JKw=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRq9UAvmuTvI5OAZ9x8bDRdAO72yAFVGCik4xoAI_8k0Lz4NWVa9vZmqEOalfIOJe5IGzsX_f5sGqd5WbgdFNOb00MkDztWkNJbaVopS30Ysoeg88J_z9mC25TyUPsu07t1BgO2qNVKH2XkRkPWWwpPwWyDIYmaK8xSmBqvnHz16yolV-ajXE6k4kKLQ=s1654" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1654" data-original-width="1648" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRq9UAvmuTvI5OAZ9x8bDRdAO72yAFVGCik4xoAI_8k0Lz4NWVa9vZmqEOalfIOJe5IGzsX_f5sGqd5WbgdFNOb00MkDztWkNJbaVopS30Ysoeg88J_z9mC25TyUPsu07t1BgO2qNVKH2XkRkPWWwpPwWyDIYmaK8xSmBqvnHz16yolV-ajXE6k4kKLQ=w638-h640" width="638" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjB44a8v6EXyLU6vjSX4P0Omh9yApFnbkqn8QwNvGGoi_qwE8SEye_r_gnvFziG0EfqKR_OEhSZhzXjGnIPYInBzmEGvXmYbbQ-v06jBWRBN52fkr_7CixgeOW15BwNvYrkJNBgwPVwgECwaVN8KIOXZM8kOQEUiJxJo-gVha1LIA-nvjwM4eFjDM98AA=s1559" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1559" data-original-width="1446" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjB44a8v6EXyLU6vjSX4P0Omh9yApFnbkqn8QwNvGGoi_qwE8SEye_r_gnvFziG0EfqKR_OEhSZhzXjGnIPYInBzmEGvXmYbbQ-v06jBWRBN52fkr_7CixgeOW15BwNvYrkJNBgwPVwgECwaVN8KIOXZM8kOQEUiJxJo-gVha1LIA-nvjwM4eFjDM98AA=w594-h640" width="594" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-86050149122321649802021-11-14T20:22:00.001-08:002021-11-14T20:22:05.272-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Physical therapy is going really well. I'm honestly enjoying the experience of being around young therapists and other patients. There's a camraderie in the PT clinic very similar to the weight room, or the training room of the field house. I miss my athletic self. I miss the connection with other athletes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">............</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We've been taught to strive for the wrong things. It's all about status and recognition. But who really gives a shit? If you're not at work, earning money for rich a-holes you'll never see and who don't give a shit about you or what you do, who really cares about your advanced degrees? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I sound pretty crude. I'm probably just insecure that I don't have a terminal degree. I just see so much ego and so little humanity. But that's "work", right? Hard to combine the two. Any attempt to usually goes terribly wrong. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Working in healthcare once had an element of humanity that outweighed the push for profit, but from what I'm seeing, those days are gone. I've honestly considered working in hospice to get back to the humanity that is lacking in corporate healthcare.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I ran into an old church friend. She's one of those that has never stopped trying to get me to come back to the local church. It's been 14 years since I went regularly. She looked me in the eyes and told me she's going to come visit me at home to get me to come back. I think I'll have to just tell her the truth: I'm MUCH happier now. It's not God that I dislike, it's church (and even some folks specifically). She would likely not believe me. Honestly, my life is better. I still believe in Christ, I just don't like dressing up and NOT talking about what's really going on in my life. It's so exhausting and it left me feeling hollowed-out and lonelier than ever. If I wouldn't hang out with those people on Friday night, how can I smile like an idiot when I sit next to them on Sunday? I mean, let's have a few beers and get real. Said no Baptist ever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got a haircut so I took a photo of myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvnTOR1TDiw/YYSH4mzDR2I/AAAAAAABEoI/yzkjfmg-AUMgkTbNTwwd_fyyMKkjRYCZgCPcBGAsYHg/s3264/20211006_193722.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvnTOR1TDiw/YYSH4mzDR2I/AAAAAAABEoI/yzkjfmg-AUMgkTbNTwwd_fyyMKkjRYCZgCPcBGAsYHg/s320/20211006_193722.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Right now I like being alive. I'm not as clear as I would like to be, but I'm experiencing beauty, and that's something. Maybe Nikhil has rubbed off on me, but I'm no longer seeking those moments of overwhelm, those moments that I was taught were God. I'm seeking beauty, however and wherever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm feeling somewhat in possession of my self, somewhat calm in my age and experience. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> We went shooting today at a state park and listened to good music. The afternoon light on the falling leaves mixed with the music and brought the tears out. I needed it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OyRkWSpagis" width="320" youtube-src-id="OyRkWSpagis"></iframe></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-74256973884811936852021-10-06T21:15:00.003-07:002021-10-06T21:15:36.363-07:00<p> Question: is it "good" to show images of people near-death? </p><p>For example: a friend is dying in the hospital and several mutual friends start a Facebook group just to keep abreast of the daily status and offer help to the family and one another.</p><p> What if one of those friends takes a picture of the sick friend while visiting in the hospital, then posts that image on social media? (The sick friend is unresponsive, bloated, mouth agape, and lying crooked in bed...totally unaware of the camera or anyone/anything.) He cannot give consent in any way. </p><p>When my grandfather had a stroke in 2008, I rushed home to see him and be with family. I grabbed my camera and film, thinking I'd get some photos of him and the family, not knowing how my family would react. The day he took his last breath, I asked permission from my grandmother, aunts and uncles, to take some photos of Papaw in bed. It was incredibly difficult to press the shutter. It felt slightly obscene. I really was out of my depth, and looking back now I realize that the camera was just a shield for me. I was ashamed of myself for where I was in my life, and the camera was something to hide behind. I had the film developed later and I've kept the photos in my dresser all these years. They are surprisingly intimate, and quite good, if I may say so. But even still, I'll never show them to anyone. </p><p>All these years later, I don't know that I would take those photos again today. If I'm faced with saying goodbye to a loved one, I don't know that I'll pick up my camera...and I take my camera everywhere. </p><p>I'm not saying we shouldn't take any photos near the end, but I think they should be in context, and not simply to show how sick/thin/near-death the person is. A group photo with the person awake and alert? Sure. But unresponsive and crumpled up in the hospital bed? Why? </p><p>I think that if the person can't give consent, don't post the photo. If it serves no good, don't post it. If it will likely bring unnecessary sorrow to loved ones and family, DON'T post it. </p><p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-48900265473766580152021-09-09T08:56:00.003-07:002021-09-09T09:17:52.584-07:00<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><p>Guess what?</p><p>I really didn't plan on doing this again. I had ACL surgery at 16, and again yesterday. </p><p>The first week or two after the injury I just kept thinking <i>I really didn't plan for this. </i></p><p>That original thought passed after a few days and I'm on to seeing this as a chance to form better habits and take care of my body. I've neglected myself since covid hit with full-time work and little exercise. </p><p>My surgeon made me promise to go to physical therapy. </p><p>😐</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44d_xqTtroE/YToxYN4uPEI/AAAAAAABDXg/SMn07SYcQzUbALUm-KCdyVzf3AdlMxHtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210908_222426.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1153" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44d_xqTtroE/YToxYN4uPEI/AAAAAAABDXg/SMn07SYcQzUbALUm-KCdyVzf3AdlMxHtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210908_222426.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-4118173270573546972021-07-28T23:28:00.001-07:002021-07-28T23:28:39.619-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/L2E2DpWO3-Y" width="320" youtube-src-id="L2E2DpWO3-Y"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-6523216105802360382021-06-27T15:01:00.000-07:002021-06-27T15:01:08.340-07:00<p> My response to uncertainty and anxiety is to do nothing. To hibernate. To hide. </p><p><br /></p><p>I watch time pass, life speed by, as I hide and watch.</p><p><br /></p><p>I feel frustrated at my lack of determination.</p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-84961211333266035862021-05-01T23:06:00.000-07:002021-05-01T23:06:12.248-07:00Things lately<p> The enemy is rarely who I think it is. It's nearly always me.</p><p><br /></p><p>I want to be a better person, but not by anyone else's standards but my own. </p><p><br /></p><p>I want to possess a calm that is deep and abiding, and the past year has shown me just how easily I am shaken. </p><p><br /></p><p>At 46 I feel like I am just beginning to have a grip on my thoughts. I was going to write "and beliefs", but that's not true. I am still changing, but I feel less pressure to identify or label myself. </p><p><br /></p><p>I want to know my friends more and experience deep joy with them. I want to love people more.</p><p><br /></p><p>I want to be less guarded, but not because I trust everyone, because I trust myself.</p><p><br /></p><p>I want to see beauty all around me, in moments and people.</p><p><br /></p><p>I want to feel content and be okay with stillness.</p><p><br /></p><p>I want to embrace challenges and finish the goals I set.</p><p><br /></p><p>That's me, looking at 47.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-39674514872331917122021-04-04T00:34:00.003-07:002021-04-04T00:34:36.006-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vBODktZLQuI" width="320" youtube-src-id="vBODktZLQuI"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><div><br /></div><div>Gloria</div><div><br /></div><div>I try to sing this song</div><div>I, I try to stand up</div><div>But I can't find my feet</div><div>I try, I try to speak up</div><div>But only in you I'm complete</div><div>Gloria, in te domine</div><div>Gloria, exultate</div><div>Gloria, gloria</div><div>Oh Lord, loosen my lips</div><div>I try to sing this song</div><div>I, I try to get in</div><div>But I can't find the door</div><div>The door is open</div><div>You're standing there</div><div>You let me in</div><div>Gloria, in te domine</div><div>Gloria, exultate</div><div>Oh Lord, if I had anything</div><div>Anything at all</div><div>I'd give it to you…</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-23920622636630924462021-03-03T22:20:00.001-08:002021-03-03T22:22:53.443-08:00I'm cranky.<p> My family says I'm cranky lately, and that I can't take a joke. It's true.</p><p><br /></p><p>So I'll go ahead and document right here, a list of things that piss me off. Maybe if we read this together, down the road, we'll get a laugh out of it.</p><p>I'm going to include: words, phrases, behaviors, and trends. And anything else I think of. I wouldn't want to leave any annoying thing out.</p><p>1. Addressing a group as "Hive-mind" (seen on Facebook, usually a millennial addressing a group, looking for advice or information that they could easily Google on their own).</p><p>2. "And...Go!" (Used by the same people who address a group as "hive-mind". This is the person's way of telling the group to do their research for them). </p><p>3. The use of "Literally". Where did we drop the ball in teaching a generation of children the definition of this word?</p><p>4. NPR correspondents who use vocal fry, end every sentence as if it's a question, or sound like they are in junior high. I miss higher standards in journalism.</p><p>5. Starting any social media post with "Just so I am 100% clear...". Get over yourself.</p><p>6. The constant need to label oneself.</p><p>7. Summer time in Texas</p><p>8. This stupid trend of "farmhouse living". My grandparents lived in a farmhouse. It had green shag carpet, swamp coolers, and ceramic wall heaters. Y'all piss me off...</p><p>9. Same people, calling themselves "homesteaders". Shut up about it. You live in a sub-division.</p><p>10. Christians who support immoral political candidates because they lack the moral fortitude to go against the grain. </p><p>11. Liberals (or whatever they call themselves) that claim to "be the change they want to see", but mock anyone who disagrees with them. </p><p>12. Children who lie about doing their chores.</p><p>13. People who assume all Southerners are ignorant. </p><p>14. Don Lemon. </p><p>15. Myself for being an ass.</p><p>14. Potholes</p><p>15. Humidity</p><p>16. Bad music</p><p>17. Dogs barking late at night</p><p>18. Rap music</p><p>19. There's more, I know it... But I'm having trouble remembering.</p><p>20. My bad memory.</p><p>21. The mistakes I made in my 30's.</p><p>22. When people in their 30's and 40's call themselves "old". Shut up...</p><p>23. Stupidly large pick up trucks with train horns on them. That's illegal...</p><p>24. Truck balls. Y'all need your asses kicked.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>That's all I can think of, but there's so much more.</p><p>I'll add to the list as needed.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-53897230884567806072021-02-28T22:08:00.002-08:002021-02-28T22:08:37.059-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ijRRdjp_6N0" width="320" youtube-src-id="ijRRdjp_6N0"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007585410208807865.post-4601342193179547202021-02-15T23:52:00.003-08:002021-02-15T23:52:50.020-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlV1FXOe28c/YCt5QbAgkHI/AAAAAAAA9GI/61OWZR2b9RoVXLpJdAcdpreudrdm-YgYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210111_154302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlV1FXOe28c/YCt5QbAgkHI/AAAAAAAA9GI/61OWZR2b9RoVXLpJdAcdpreudrdm-YgYwCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/20210111_154302.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>What's your purpose in life?</p><p><br /></p><p>What happens when you age out of a career? Your kids grow up and leave? </p><p><br /></p><p>What's your purpose?</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02531079334473031464noreply@blogger.com17