Showing posts with label Friday photo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friday photo. Show all posts

Friday, November 15, 2013

Friday Photo






What do you see in this picture?

Do you see a bunch of clouds in a picture of the sky?

I see the face of my beloved cat Tiger in the midst of a silent meow.  Tiger is no longer with us, having passed on a few years ago.  When I saw this in the sky, it made me smile at the end of a not so great day.  My husband thought that I was being silly; he didn't see anything.

I know that our brains tend to see things that aren't there.  Matrixing, I think it's called. We're programmed to see faces, even in the pile of dirty laundry on the floor.  That's why the Virgin Mary and Jesus keep showing up on toast, on trees, on back doors, etc. While I'm not a big fan of venerating rust stains, I'll not hold it against anyone.  Sometimes we need to see something miraculous.

Why not in the clouds? Many people look to the heavens for answers, metaphorically and literally.  Is it wrong that I might find comfort in such things as might appear in the sky? Why not enjoy the moment, savoring what I see and holding it close to my heart? It makes me happy to do so, and it's not hurting anyone.  There's no law against it. 

So feel free to look at this photo, and see whatever you want. 


Friday, November 1, 2013

My Son Is Not Amused


I have difficulty taking pictures, especially with my phone.  I have tremors, and the harder I try to hold still, the more I tremble, and the blurrier the photo.  So I take about 47 pictures for every one that looks fairly decent.  Unfortunately, my son's patience lasts about 35 pictures.  Then I get "The Look". 

I can't be too upset with the boy over this expression, because he got it from me.  I think that I would spend a good chunk of my day with this expression on my face, if I were independently wealthy and didn't need gainful employment.  And who could blame any child for getting this expression after having to sit through 47 attempts at a picture for his mother, just so she has something to blog about on November 1st? 

This look is but a taste of what the teen years will be like, I've heard.  I may need professional help.