"Excuse me but we don't allow people to use tripods here at
Grand Central Station..."
Thus, a conversation ensued after the Mac salesman at the station managed to politely embarrass me.
I have never been to Grand Central Station. On a recent trip to New York City, my daughter and I went for dinner. How did I miss it before? It is a wonderful place and we really enjoyed people watching, eating and taking pictures. My daughter, Tracy, took some cool photos.
But here I was again: back at the station, early in the morning just like a photographer jonesing , while she slept in.
I used my tripod the night before and I had already used it that morning for about an hour, (mind you, many in security passed me by without a word). I was told by the salesman that I could use my camera but not my tripod because "We couldn't possibly allow a bunch of people to obstruct the areas with tripods." I had been moving gently and respectfully, being careful to not bump into people rushing by.
We were in New York City for 2 days. We traveled from Times Square to Wall Street to The 911 Memorial up 5th Ave across Broadway, Park and Madison. We walked through Rockefeller Center and around Central Park. We rode the hop on hop off bus and drank coffee while smiling at horse drawn carriages. During that entire time people bumped us taking their selfie s, we had to move, go around and avoid many who were as enamored and excited as us to be there. People abruptly stopped, they looked up and took pictures.
Once... count it, ONCE... I saw another tripod. So it's not like a crowd of tripod users flock New York City!
As a photographer, I was proud of myself to finally have had the sense to bring my travel tripod. Taking pictures of moving traffic, people on the run and flashing lights scream for this 3 legged piece of equipment.
In this day and age everyone has a camera, everyone is a photographer. But for some of us, it's like an adrenalin rush. It's not even always the picture it's what happens in the process. Observing, noticing surrounding details, people, movement, lights, the street cart vendors cooking, sights of steam and color all make for mental overload that drives a photographer to stay with it. Getting a great picture is really so fleeting that if it were not for the thrill of the process there would be no photographers. It's burdensome and cumbersome, having to keep equipment with you or anticipating where to stand, stop and look. It's not a couples sport and it can be quite competitive. That's why never losing our perspective and love for the craft must always remain an artist’s drive.
I did take down my tripod; so as to not make trouble at Grand Central Station…fortunately I had already taken several of those “ionic” shots.
God Bless the families of Officers Rafael Romas & Wen Jian Liu
God Bless the NYPD
From my days in high school, helping Patty Johnson with the family Christmas tree/wreath business, I have many precious memories. Later, while supporting my then young children with my own Christmas business, I gained many more sweet moments filled
with bonding & laughter.
“I get by with a little help from my friends.”
Since my marriage to Dave I have continued to make & send wreaths to loved ones. This year I only made two, one for each of our daughters & their families.
Dave & I decided we wanted to support WreathsAcrossAmerica so we ordered our other wreaths from them. The unyielding volunteers at WreathsAcrossAmerica make wreaths in honor of or in memory of special people in our lives. 1000’s of wreaths are then driven by trucks & escorted by Patriot Riders on motorcycles to Arlington Cemetery.
Those wreaths were placed on the graves of the fallen on
December 13 2014.
In Honor of Buck Sargent W.Lawrence George (Army)
In Honor of Lieutenant John R. DelCamp (Navy)
In Memory of Bernard F. Rossi 110 Infantry at Normandy
In Memory of Georgie Ann W. Forney, my mother
Wreaths…a gesture of appreciation to those who have served & to those we have lost.
God Bless and Merry Christmas
As a Christian I don’t prescribe to superstition or Karma. When I am in doubt or unsure of something I don’t ask God for a sign but rather I ask Him to increase my faith. (That is what my mother prayed too.)
This morning when I got up I was pleasantly surprised. My first ever paper white narcissus was in bloom. (It is also my birthday!)
Mom talked about doing them every year for Christmas but never got around to it. I determined to do them this year.
The bulbs came from Israel.
What a gift!
(The angels and nativity were presents from my parents in years past)
#Alzheimer's #Looking in the Mirror
While on vacation recently my husband and I took a “selfie” of the two of us with my camera. Afterward, as I looked at the picture…there staring back at me was my mom, my aunt and my grandmother. No, really it was them! I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Laugh, because it was so funny to see them there on the beach with us. Cry, because I look like them as elderly women.
As I have mentioned in other blogs, all three died from Alzheimer’s and related complications. Sal, my grandmother, was in her late 80’s while Mom and Aunt Donna Rae were in their early 70’s.
My mother witnessed both her mother and sister fade away from Alzheimer’s. Mom and Dad drove from Maine to Pennsylvania regularly while Sal was in the hospital, until her death. After Gram died they began their sojourn back and forth every weekend to Connecticut to see my aunt. Mom started buying small angel figurines, which she would then bring to her sister. Mom would also write out verses from the book of Psalms and hang or put them around her sister during her last days. Aunt Donna Rae loved the book of Psalms!
Mom watched and knew what Alzheimer’s can do to a person.
Mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s 15 months before she died. By the time she was told she had this horrible illness she was past the point of understanding. Prior to her diagnosis, Dad and I knew something was wrong. Dad had her repeatedly seeing doctors who said she did not have Alzheimer’s but rather, Primary Progressive Aphasia.
Dave, my husband, and I were with Mom and Dad when their doctor at the Lahey Clinic gave them “the news.” Mom was actually elated to find out she did not have Primary Progressive Aphasia. She never heard or grasped that she had Alzheimer’s. What bliss and grace God extended to her.
Mom was in the habit throughout her ongoing memory loss of saying “When I get better.” Mom thought she was going to get better until the very end. That was her supreme optimism at work. It was because of her sense of hope and faith that Mom was able to bless her family and friends until her death from Alzheimer’s.
I write all of this because I wanted to remind myself and others of how wonderful Mom was. She was cute in personality, she was gracious and loving towards others, she was overflowing in joy and she was a woman of faith. Mom knew her Savior lived and that he would never leave her. I write this also because I now struggle with my own unknown fate. I know that, like Mom, the days of my life are held in the Lord’s hands yet I have days in which I ponder “Will I, too come down with this progressive disease against my brain and mind?” It is easier for me to casually joke it off, make fun of it, but just beneath the surface it rests like a bag of stones. It nags at me, telling me to get my own house in order, to let Dave know how I do things, organize the drawers, the closets, the bills and make sure he knows where everything is and how to do all the things I am charged with doing in our home. What if I wake up one day and I don’t know that I don’t know.
That is Alzheimer’s. You don’t even know that you don’t know.
Mom was all the things I mentioned, but she was also academic, educated, smart and witty. We enjoyed many conversations about Biblical history, prophets and just what is the Trinity; The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit? Does The Holy Spirit reside in our minds?( Romans 8:5-8) How does God speak to us? What must heaven be like? Who is the latest deceiver in the world? How does the Old Testament lead up to the New Testament? What have you found in the Bible today that reveals who God is? Mom and I talked often, mostly about God. We were girls of research and shared discoveries. She was so heavy and deep sometimes I couldn’t follow her. At other times she was so childlike that I couldn’t follow her either. Her kindergarten teacher persona was way over my head !
It is the mind that I fear losing…Surrendering my mind to God is my hardest task. I love to think, to process, to analyze and to know. This is where I begin my reasoning, it is where I recall, remember and deliberately consider God, people and form words of prayer. Yet the intellect can only comprehend the things of God it cannot fully seize them. God is knowable through His Son and through His word and the illumination of The Holy Spirit, but God is still God and greater than anything I could possible fully wrap my perception around. Still, like my mother, I love to set my mind on understanding.
But when it’s all said and done all that matters is that I belong to Christ .He will see me through. I know this because I witnessed Him carry Mom to the very end. In Christ alone… not my mind, not my understanding, not my knowledge, not my consciousness, not my experience…He is the rock, the cornerstone and the fullness in time to the glory of God.
This chick went almost unnoticed by me. It moved so fast, was so tiny and outsmarted my every move. This is a baby Jacana, also known as the "Jesus bird" because these birds look as though they are walking on water. (This picture was taken at a bit of distance)