I don't suppose there really is an ordinary day as every day has its unexpected twists and turns. As the days fold one into the other, they form the stream of my life – worth reflecting upon. Photography is a kind of personal diary, a record of the days where small and seemingly insignificant happenings may be seen as part of the larger picture and understood, appreciated, and sometimes grieved.
Today's happenings –
out of bed at 6am, early morning exercise with fitness friends, quick stop for groceries, library (surprise, there is a book sale with photography books and this is where I take my picture for today), house cleaning with Dave (curtains washed and hung to dry, vacuuming and mopping floors), lunch of leftovers, visit and comfort Mom on Memory Lane (she is crying and deeply upset because she believes her mother has cancer and it has "spread everywhere and there is nothing that can be done and she will die" and I am sad because Grandma Dot passed away over 16 years ago), battery shop (new battery for my car fob), home for a shower (finally), process photo for today and answer a few emails, out to dinner with Dave and Jacob (we meet Jacob at Sammy T's for a dinner of burgers and fries after his class on Southern Literature), music on the library steps (folk music to soothe the soul as we sit in lawn chairs next to dear friends Teresa and Chris), Carl's Frozen Custard (root beer float for me, chocolate shake for Dave), drive home (windows down, summer breeze), write letter to friend in France and answer a few emails, type this post, watch a little TV, summer solstice, sun setting at 9pm, reading in bed, sleepy time by 11pm, full moon beneath cloud cover