Thoughts on a Sunday night

Life feels like it's idling. I can't go forward, and I can't go back. I maintain...

It's been a long time...

...since I've posted anything. So much has changed, and yet everything seems to stay the same or has been before. what should I tell? I turned 50 this year. I was thinking that I would find myself celebrating on a cruise ship, happy to be alive. And where was I? Working. D. did take me to dinner at the local steakhouse, and I had two drinks, a rarety, and quite enough to make me fall into bed afterwards. I am not missing being young, and I don't feel exactly old, but when I look into the mirror, I don't recognize myself.

I am the one who hopes

The Wind

Peace Train

Todays journal page

Acrylics, colored pencil,collage

Memorial Day Weekend at Cumberland Gap

In the tent:which lump is NOT a dog?






Hiking the Green Leaf Trail -- a delight for the senses! Lushious greens, dark and mysterious trees, that smell-- you know, of earth and living growing, things, bird song, chirping, twittering, silence -- beautiful.

Hungry Mother 2009

Here we are again, for our annual trip to Hungry Mother State Park in Virginia -- one of my favorite spots in this corner of the world. This year, we couldn't afford a cabin, but didn't want to miss this wonderful get-together! (It's our fourth time going) So, we decided to camp out at the park this year. We had a nice spot right by the creek, here you can see how beautiful and peaceful it was:


Sweetie enjoying camp




The quiet creek

And then: TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR!!!
I had barely five minutes to grab a chair and the dogs, and get inside the tent. Note to self: if the dog wants to go into the car instead of the tent, follow the dog.



This is rainwater pooling outside the tent door


The grey stuff is not fog, it's sheets of rain


Fiona is not liking this


...and the creek, three feet higher in less than half an hour.

The rain hammered so hard onto the tent, tat the rainfly was pushed down onto the tent roof, and so it dripped through. We had puddles inside the tent. Tink rolled on the sleeping bags to dry herself off, so we had damp sleeping bags. I was soaked.

Guess what we are doing Memorial Day weekend?
:::smile::: camping.