Pursuit at the pond

Last week I was able to spend some time photographing some birds at Tonaquint park in St. George. The coming of spring is bringing out all kinds of wonderful! There were freshly budding daffodils along the path and the birds were singing their songs all in pursuit of finding another to share a nest with. As I was wondering through the tall pines I heard this incredible sound that was somewhere between flatulence and a bellowing burp.

Much to my surprise the culprits were some cormorants that were gathered in trees along the bank of the pond. These birds are beautiful! They are also amazing with the ability to dive over 200 feet. They are even used by fishermen to catch fish. ( Cool thing to look up) I decided to just watch how their pursuits would play out.

Some birds just didn’t yet seem interested but the few that were made it known as they bellowed! Then I caught site of a single bird on a branch that had removed one of it’s long feathers. I assumed it to be a tail feather. Like dancing a choreographed routine it began to wave its feather in every direction and it was simply beautiful. Sometimes it would twirl the feather and throw it up in the air then catch it again. I threw together this little slideshow to just give you a taste of what I saw and want to extend an invitation for you to get out and see for yourself this wonderful world we live in!

i Wish

I wish I could show you their faces

The people who gathered there.

They pledged allegiance to the flag

They bowed their heads in prayer

I wish I knew all of their stories

The sacrifice each one made

To stand for precious freedoms

They feared were fading away

I wish I could share all the feelings 

I felt while I stood and observed

But all the words would be twisted

People would think me obsurd?

I wish I could show the acceptance

Kindness and love overflowed

The pride they had for their country

The tears as their stories were told.

I wish I knew why each assembled

wondering now why anyone dared

Purpose must’ve ruled over reason

Each unique but nobody cared

I wish there were no explosions

Sirens that just seemed to grow

Confusion quick billowed to fear

But most were still gathered below

I wish there were logical reasons

For the heaviness filling the air

But peaceful submission surrounded

Many called on the power of prayer

I wish you could see the excitement

Amidst blasts of confusion they’d go

I didn’t see anger or malice

Like a river they just seemed to flow

I wish I knew why some kept climbing

Most stood watching, in disbelief

Murmurs dampened the cheering

Joy gracefully bowed to grief

I wish I knew whispered rumors

f violence were simply untrue

But fact gave way to reason

I watched as the crowd was subdued

I wish I didn’t see sadness

Fill their eyes and shoulders fall

As they turned in soft surrender

Few displaced the acts of all

I wish I knew all of their stories

What they saw from where they stood

Where were they when It shifted

To ugly from something good

I wish I could show you their faces

I wish I knew who to blame

For silencing all of there stories

And trying to shroud them in shame

I wish you had seen all their banners

Raising voices not fists was the call

As they stood together for freedom

Liberty and justice for all

The Price of Tacos

There are distinct moments in my life that I can recollect with such clarity that I often wonder if I left a piece of me there to continue to replay that scene. One such time was a cool fall evening as I approached the menu in a taco bell drive through. Buckled behind me were my seven excited children along with a couple neighbor kids all buckled in rows of our 15 passenger van. With one ear I listened to their requests and the other, I waited for the small speaker to invite me to order. Instead it told me;

“I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

I sighed a breath of relief grateful for the additional time to figure out  what we wanted. Having a large family, it was pretty customary to allow my kids to choose for themselves and just give them a dollar limit for their order. Some days it would be a 2 dollar day and on really good days a 5 dollar day. Going out to fast food was not something we did a lot of and there many reasons why. The biggest one was budget. It cost a lot to take a family out to eat. but also,  I loved family time around the table at home. I knew I could prepare food at home that was healthier and more cost effective than fast food.  I also loved the time I got to spend with my family preparing meals. It gave me not only the opportunity to teach them important skills but also to share conversation and spend time being with them.

I declared to my kids that today was going to be a $2 day. The van erupted in excited pandemonium. Not exactly the response I was expecting but then I noticed the new menu to the side, the “value” menu. These items were reduced in price and most of the items listed were the ones my kids were most accustomed to ordering. Tacos, burritos and  nachos were all 49 cents each. My children grew up knowing the value of a dollar and rarely spent it on sodas, so for their 2 dollars, they could each get 4 food items. Even the little cinnamon sugar crispy things were on there, so a few of them even chose to have  dessert. The little speaker invited me to order, and so I did.

By the time we left the Pick up window we had bags of food. after all there were 10 of us and for $20 we were able to get 10 cups of water and 10 tacos, 20 bean burritos, 5 cinnamon crisps and 5 nachos and a myriad of hot sauce packets to add to our enjoyment.

We drove home and as we did I began to wonder if this should become part of our budgeting plan. If we replace one meal a week with a taco bell super value menu meal, I think we could save some money. As I parked the van in the driveway the sliding door flew open and everyone ran for the front door, then to the kitchen table. Once there, they distributed the food, unwrapped it, devoured what they could then promptly exited through the back door to play. It was like a whirlwind. I think the only conversation that took place was the discussion of who had what food. No one mentioned if they liked it, I don’t even know if they took the time to taste it. Perhaps this is why they call it fast food, because everyone eats it so fast.

It was then that I began to consider what a 49 cent taco really cost me. It cost me time  preparing the food with my kids. It cost me a house filled with the aroma of a home cooked meal simmering on the stove. It cost me the added nutrition that I could provide by selecting what went into the food I served and what didn’t. It cost me sitting down to a table that one of my children had carefully prepared on behalf of the family. That to me was like setting the stage for the most important scene of the day to play out; Family dinner hour.  Here is where our connections were made. We learned about each others challenges, and victory’s. We would plan for family adventures and even dream of places we wanted to go one day, or camping trips we wanted to take. We would talk about anything and everything. In the spring, it was often around the dinner table that we would decide what we wanted to grow in our garden. And it was around that same table that we would all savor the bounty of our harvest. I decided then and there as I was gathering the pile of wrappers and half eaten 49 cent items. That I would never consider giving up a meal a week even if I had thought for a moment that it might save me something. The cost was simply too great.

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This is almost everyone in my family. Front and center is my mom and dad the ones who taught me the importance of time around the table. My family is in the upper left corner and the rest are my siblings and their families. Our tables have gotten bigger, but the time around we get to spend gathered around them is priceless.



Fear: friend or foe?


All my life I’ve comfortably considered fear to be a trusty companion; noble protector and in many ways a true friend. After all, fear is what kept me from taking too many risks, chances, and leaps into the unknown. Fear had a way of playing out the what if scenarios in my mind in with such cinematic clarity that my common sense had no choice but to accept them as reality. That was until recently when I realized I’ve been dooped.  Last night  I was thinking about how much time I’ve given into fear driven reality and I realized that fear is nothing more than Futile Emotion Ambushing Reality. Isn’t it interesting how we can find ourselves fearing something with such aversion and we put so much energy into that aversion, that we find ourselves not even living or experience our lives to the fullest. Then when we  actually find ourselves facing something really challenging, it’s not fear that surfaces,



it’s faith, courage, compassion, and wisdom. All of the sudden we find ourselves doing the Rocky Balboa bounce, saying;

“I got this!” 20150730-DSC03282

Recently I attended a dear friends 5 year anniversary of being cancer free post treatment. This was a wonderful celebration, not only of her remission and healing but of her life. Later that evening she shared with me some challenges she’s facing with an aging parent. She began to say,

“I’m going out to see him for the first time since he’s fallen and I  just don’t think I’ll be able to handle this, He’s now  requiring care with his hygiene there’s just no way i’ll be able to do this. I’ve never been so scared of anything in my life.”

I looked at her in the eyes with a half a smile (because I knew how strong and incredible she was!)  and said;

” 6 years ago, before you knew you had breast cancer, would you have thought you could handle that? When you were first diagnosed, did you think you would be able to handle radiation and chemo? ”

She chuckled and replied;

“Heavens no!”

I told her that I knew her and that I knew how much she loved her father and that once she gets to be with him, she will find there isn’t anything she wouldn’t want to do to take care of him. She also needs to remember she is never alone in this process and that she is entitled to ask for help from family members, friends, fellow parishioners,  or from medical professionals. She will find a way to provide for the needs of her father. She is stronger than she thinks she is and I know it, and I know that she knows it! She is an amazing scrap booker, and I can imagine that she will find a way to document her time with her father that will be a treasure and a legacy for all posterity as well.

Ever since then I have found myself thinking about how much of my time and energy was wasted watching the “what if” scenarios of fear. I recognize now that fear was not my friend. A true friend doesn’t hold you back, but encourages you to grow and would show you the possibilities of what could be, of what you could offer, and what impact and difference you can make for the good in the world. Now I choose Joy instead of fear;  Just Open Yourself to the possibilities. So anytime I start to feel fear, I now recognize that as static to my true self, and I try to dismiss it as quickly as possible. Fear literally strips me of my power to move forward and to have influence and to fulfill my purpose. I will dismiss fear; for it is not my friend, and instead live my life with JOY!

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Watching the magnificent creature lunge with such power and purpose left me breathless. When I realized I had not only witnessed it, but also captured the entire event in focus and range; I too jumped for joy!

Making a Difference


Anticipation filled the air as the boys and girls climbed out of the bus. Excitement was the perfect mask for the trepidation that some felt as this was their first experience with the ocean. It was fun to once again see the faces that I had photographed weeks before in the classroom as they prepared for this day. Each year Marine Life Studies, an all-volunteer nonprofit organization, takes kids from the Boys & Girls Clubs of Monterey County out whale watching on Monterey Bay. Prior to the trip the kids learn about the marine life they could possibly see on their outing and are taught about the importance of ocean health and the role each of them play contributing to it. This program is one of many that Marine Life Studies offers. Earlier in the year they involved the kids in an environmental program called Take it to the Streets™, where they are taught about the problem of ocean trash and as a group help prevent it by cleaning up trash in their area that could easily end up in the ocean through waterways.SONY DSC

It was inspiring to watch as the kids began to comprehend the vast marine life of the bay, and imagine what they might see on their trip. The conditions couldn’t have been more ideal: the water calm with the brilliance of every shade of blue glistening on the horizon against a cyan sky. With final instructions given, we were on our way toward the dock. My husband and I were both part of the volunteer team. Our role for the day was to photo document the kids experience.SONY DSC SONY DSCSONY DSC

I couldn’t help but notice one young man as he stepped onto the boat, was already looking a little green. I asked him, “Are you okay?”
He gave me a nervous nod and said, “I’ve never been on a boat before.”
“Wow, High five! You are so courageous!” I replied. A quick slap and smile ensued and he found his place on the rail. Soon we were all loaded and 45 kids lined the rails of the boat as we left the dock SONY DSC
Peggy Stap, founder of Marine Life Studies, began to pass out crackers and talked with each of the kids. I loved seeing the joy reflected in her eyes as she personally interacted with them. It was evident that her passion goes far beyond her time intensive research, as she empowers others by sharing her knowledge and love of marine life and igniting passion for it. It was inspiring to see her share it so personally with the next generation. She had a team of volunteers strategically stationed around the boat to provide constant support for the kids insuring their safety.SONY DSC Each of them impressed me as they interacted with the kids. They, just like their mentor, loved what they were doing. Two of the volunteers, Georgia and Ben, are twins. They started off with the program as students and are now in high school and have returned as leaders. Perhaps this is just a tiny sampling of just what kind of a difference a program like this can make.

I checked in on the nervous young boy often. His nerves continued to challenge him, but he was strong. There were a few kids that had come on the trip in prior years. I was impressed at how keen their eyes were at spotting a variety of jellies as we made our way across the bay. They began to tell me about the things they’d seen on past trips. It was clear that this event had left a deep impression on them. The excitement of seeing their first whale was still evident as they retold their experience to me.


We began to see a multitude of spouts off in the distance. The kids began to shrill with excitement as they watched for the humpback whales to surface that were feeding just ahead. There were so many whales; it was difficult to know where to turn to look. They would blow and then dive. We watched for a while then much to our delight they began to lunge feed. This is where multiple whales work together to round-up the bait then ascend on it at the same time. Several whales broke the surface together as they shot straight up with their mouths wide open. I was able to snap a shot with a couple of them still upright. It was a beautiful sight. What was even more beautiful was the expression on the kids’ faces. Their eyes were filled with amazement. I loved listening to the laughter, and the squeals of delight. Pure Joy is the only way to describe what was felt.


As I was scanning the horizon to watch the whales I was surprised to see a large pod of common dolphins literally ascending on the boat. It was surreal. They were spread out over a large area, but all coming directly towards us. It was as if they had come to play with the kids. Our attention quickly turned from lunge feeding humpbacks to these playful creatures. The captain of the boat started to move the boat forward hoping they would ride the bow.They did just as he anticipated and more; playing in our wake, and swimming along side the boat leaping clear out of the water delighting us all as the captain made a few loops around. This was an incredible opportunity to see the dolphins engaging fully as he paced them perfectly. What a thrill it was to experience this, but even more to see the kids experience have this experience themselves, “Could this day get any better?” I asked myself.



Just then a mother and calf began to breach not far from where we were. The kids literally gasped when they saw the baby whale come out of the water, then was in pure amazement to see the contrasting vast size of it’s mother when she breached next. They continued to breach repeatedly and the boat became almost silent for a brief moment as the kids watched, then spontaneous applause erupted. I think they had said everything they could to describe how they felt, and found themselves speechless, but simultaneously felt a wave of gratitude for this incredible experience. We watched as long as we could but time had come for us to return.



SONY DSCAs we turned the boat around, most of their eyes stayed focused on the direction of the whales until they were too far in the distance to see. Then a gentle calm rested upon the kids. A small group of them sat on the side deck, reaching down to feel the spray as the boat moved quickly back across the bay. They now felt connected to this water that first felt so foreign to them. I listened as the kids discussed what they had just experienced.

“I just couldn’t believe my eyes!”
“That was incredible!”
“Did you see how many dolphins came to our boat?”SONY DSC

One of the older students has come on the trip for several years. He is a tall boy whose stature reminds me of my own boys. Easily mistaken for being much older than he is. As we were heading back he began to express a great concern he had.
“Next year I turn 14, but I think it will be two weeks after the trip, so I think I will be able to go next year, but I don’t know what will happen after that.”

Once again I was being reminded of just how important this program was to these kids. He was already beginning to dread the day he couldn’t come. It made me realize how important my job is in helping raise the funds to make sure there is a trip next year and the years to follow, and I even found myself asking could we do more if we had more? I told him,




“Did you know that Ben and Georgia were once students just like you, and they are now volunteers. Perhaps when you are too old for the program, you can become a volunteer. Why don’t you talk to Peggy and find out what it takes to do that?”

“You mean I might be able to volunteer for Marine Life Studies and help with the program? He quickly responded.

With that he went in search for Peggy. I turned to see my previously nervous young friend standing next to me. His face was no longer filled with worry, but a soft smile. I asked him,

“Well what do you think now?”

He turned with a smile that will forever leave an impression on my heart as he said;

“I wish this day would never end.”

“I’m so glad you were courageous and  you didn’t let your fear keep you from being here today!” I said quietly just to him.

He smiled and said, “Me too.”

The older boy returned; his concerns were replaced with hope after talking to Peggy. “She said usually volunteers are 16, but she may be able to make an exception for me!”

“High five! Way to go!” I marveled.

I recognized the depth of this program is much like the canyon in Monterey Bay. It runs deeper than anyone can comprehend from the surface. Courage, service, gratitude, confidence, cooperation, ambition, and hope were just a few of the byproducts I saw result from participating in this program.SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC

I am so grateful to be a part of it. I commute a few days a month from Utah to California to volunteer for Marine Life Studies. It’s a nonprofit organization committed to protecting our ocean by acquiring knowledge through on-going research. Effectively share and utilize that knowledge to encourage conservation, and inspire the public, especially children, with educational programs, to prepare the next generation of marine mammal and ocean conversationalists. There are no paid staff positions but a dedicated team of volunteers that truly believe in their purpose and in those they serve enough to give of their time and resources. I’m glad I get to do my part, and know it truly has an impact on those we serve.

You too can make a difference! In October we are having our big annual fundraiser. I’d like to invite you to participate. If you can’t attend the event, we are looking for donations for our silent auction or you can make a financial contribution by going to: http://www.marinelifestudies.org/
The fund raising event is featured here: http://www.marinelifestudies.org/index.php/News-Splash/marine-life-studies-flip-for-whales.html

Road of Gratitude

Recently I celebrated my 50th birthday. 4:45 was an early start but I was heading from Vacaville to Monterey for a whale watch trip and wanted to get there early to capture some shots in the harbor at first light. I was pleasantly surprised to find a gift left by my sister-in-law; two CDs of inspirational music. They provided the perfect background for my drive. Perhaps it was the music that lead me to thinking deeper than usual about my life in particular. As I was approaching my first interchange, I passed the miniature golf center where I worked during high school. It seems to never change, but it was clearly apparent as I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror that I had.  As the road turned to lead me south, I found my thoughts also shifted. It was natural for a smile to reach my face as I approached one of my many “home” towns; Benicia. I’ve said many times that I still feel the same as I did when I turned 18. This is where I lived at that time. I marveled at how even then, I felt there was still a part of me living there. There were so many profound experiences that truly shaped my life. The hardest was loosing my brother Mike in a hunting accident.  Before that day, I never the knew the hurt of losing someone.

He was living in Idaho at the time of the accident, but was buried in Utah. I can still remember the first day returning back to school when I still felt numb and awkward as I walked the halls. Racing through my head faster than my legs could ever take me was this constant question;

“How could life just go and everyone be so unaware of how my life had changed?”
Then Kenny Winfield walked up to me and handed me a folder of cut out newspaper articles needed for drivers ed. He simply said to me:

“I didn’t know what else to do, but I thought I could at least gather these for you while you were gone”

The assignment was for us to cut out an article about a car accident every day for one week. He knew this would be tough to make up, so he did it for me. I have often reflected on this selfless act and have shared this story when teaching the youth at church about how he didn’t ask me the trite question:” What can I do? ” He just did what he knew he could. His kindness has echoed in my memories a thousand times over the years.

It was here that I also started my first business. I designed a line of t-shirts, my friends helped me make a press. One of them had brothers who were welders. Funny how it wasn’t until this day that I realized just how remarkable that was. My Dad also first taught me here about market research. Standing in front of Safeway asking the customers as they came out a few quick questions regarding my designs gave me just the information I needed to choose the top 4 designs to take to print. This little enterprise was the foundation of my job as a screen printer at Brigham Young University and the seedling to a company I later started with my husband first as a hobby, but then turned it into a booming business when my husband was burned in an industrial accident and couldn’t work. We had just bought a new house and car, and gratefully I was able to find a way to not only provide, but also stay home with my young children and husband as he healed.

I began to consider how much of who I am today was because of what I experienced while living there. I found myself reflecting on the great friends I had, wondering about many of them that I haven’t stayed in contact with, at the same time experiencing a wave of gratitude wash over me for the ones I have. It was then that my first set of birthday tears began to fall. These were not tears of regret, or even sadness, but of true gratitude.

My thoughts turned to my parents and how they always provided us with the best environments while growing up. I now know that those things don’t happen by accident but were always my parents first priority. Even though my Dad worked all the way in San Francisco, they chose that beautiful little town because they knew it would be a great place to raise a family! As I crossed the Benicia/Martinez bridge, I found the feeling of appreciation for my parents almost overwhelming. looking to the side, seeing the spectacular view, I quickly found myself back in the car crossing that bridge for the first time from the opposite direction. I was 13 and to say I was sad to leave my friends behind when we moved from Brea was a huge understatement, but it was when I crossed this bridge that I felt my first tinge of hope that maybe this will be an okay place to live after all.  The lyrics to the song playing in the background of the movie I played out in my mind only added to my emotion and quickly brought me back ;

” I can only imagine what my eyes will see”

Another wave of gratitude, sheer appreciation washed over me as I began to consider how blessed I was to now be living the life I am. I had just spent two days working at the Marine Mammal Center at the Marine Headlands, and was now on my way to Monterey to go whale watching and assist Marine Life Studies with their work. A year ago I was legally blind, and now here I am driving myself to one of my favorite places on earth to photograph and observe nature in all its splendid glory. I am part of whale watch research team, and work at on the largest marine mammal hospitals as a volunteer. I LOVE MY LIFE! To think this isn’t even the best part of it!


I am the mother of 7 of the most amazing people in the universe! My oldest daughter Stephanie is a singer songwriter musical genius extraordinaire! Her music is being featured on MTV, and other film projects. ( She is google-able: Stephanie Mabey) in addition she is the mother of a brilliant 6-year-old little girl who is the love of my life. I am excited to see what her creative energy creates! My second oldest daughter is on the road to becoming a doctor. She works at an ER full-time while finishing up pre-med.  She is a remarkable singer song writer as well, but her passion is a healing art. There is no doubt in my mind that she will become a highly respected and sought after specialist in whatever field she chooses.SONY DSC

My oldest son Austin is a computer software designer and is making his way at present designing game mods for minecraft.  He is very successful, but what impresses me  even more is his fun-loving and kind nature. You can’t help but have a good time when you are in his presence!  ( He too is google-able; Lazertester shot bow network.) My son Taylor is a creative and mechanical genius. His passion is firearms. He is not a hunter, but a true appreciator of the art and craftsmanship of guns. He customizes grips, triggers and even assists with graphic enhancements. In addition he is an amazing poet. He currently works as an assistant manager at a local pizza restaurant. With his brilliance there is no limit to what he can do and be, and he is really funny.

Lacey is my youngest daughter. She graduated with her bachelors degree in Psychology at 20, She plays about 9 instruments and she also sings. She works at an at risk center for girls in Southern Utah as an assistant to a therapist specializing in Equine assisted therapy.  She not only works hard, but plays hard as well!  I’ll never forget the year she decided in college that she wanted to go out for competitive softball. At tryouts they each got to introduce themselves and share their experience and desired positions. She had never played before, so she got up and asked everyone if they remembered the character on “Remember the Titan” Who in his introduction explained he wasn’t the most experienced player, but he loved the game and he will give all of his effort to learning and playing his best. That year she won the spirit award for the whole university for her sportsmanship and efforts on the team. She lifts everyone around her without even trying. She is born leader with a genuine heart, and to top it off, she is a remarkable horse trainer.

Joshua is a chemistry major at Brigham Young University Idaho. He, like his brother Taylor is hilarious. His humor is much more understated but equally as effective. He is a poet, and quiet observer of life. He has known since early in high school that he wants to become a pharmacist. His logic was brilliant. It’s an occupation always needed, It’s a job that provides well for a family, but also affords the family time together. When a pharmacist goes home for the day, his work is done. He like all of my children have watched their father sacrifice that time in order to provide for our large family. I was amazed at how quickly he realized his dream job and how quickly he began to work towards it. He was voted “Future Leader of America” at his high school.

My youngest son, Scott, is graduated high school this year at 17. He skipped a grade early on, he is young, but ready. He plays clarinet. He was awarded the John Phillips Souza award for his High School. The night before he received that award, my husband and I sat in Abravenal Hall in Salt Lake City and watched him perform with the Utah symphony. His passion for music, hard work and God given talent has landed him a full scholarship to UVU this fall. Not only is he a remarkable musician, he is simply a remarkable person! Kind to all, and a natural leader.

My husband and I married young. I was just 18 ( soon to be 19 though) He was 22  I always knew I wanted a big family and married a wonderful man who has provided well for us. We have always strived to provide our children with the resources they needed to excel in their purpose. Once  while dropping my oldest daughter off to a California Teens conference in San Jose, he snuck away while I was getting her settled in and bought a grand piano. Mind you we didn’t even have, what most people would consider to be, basic furniture in our house, but he knew with Stephanie’s talents that she needed all of the right tools to “do her work”. Just this morning I got to hear her play another song in the making on those ivory keys. My husband has always worked hard to provide for us and at times even sold his most prized possessions to make sure each family member had what was needed. He is their strongest advocate and loudest cheerleader. I don’t think there is anything he wouldn’t do on their behalf so long as it was for their true benefit. He purposed to me in Benicia, and we lived there briefly after we got married. It may be a little town, but living there has had a huge impact on my life.


The song “You Lift Me Up” Was the background music as I took this personal mental inventory of the people who bless my life. The list goes on adding my remarkable parents, talented daughter in law, amazing siblings, nieces, nephews, brother and sister in-laws. I truly love my family and recognize they are what I am truly most grateful for. My tears flowed as freely as my thoughts.

It was at about this when the brilliance of the sun was making its way over the horizon and much to my surprise as the road turned I noticed I was facing a bright giant moon that had yet to set. As though on cue for the moment the Nicole C. Mullens song “Redeemer” began to play.

Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning
Who told the ocean you an only come this far?
Who showed the moon where to hide ’til evening
Whose words alone can catch a falling star?

Well I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives
All of creation testify
This life within me cries
I know my Redeemer lives

(song continues)

My eyes once again filled with tears, and simultaneously I began to laugh. Perhaps to keep more tears from falling. My gratitude shifted to my creator. I began to offer a silent prayer thanking him for everything! My family, my life, the beautiful amazing remarkable world that we live in and all the incredible creatures that go along with it. I looked down on the seat of the car and saw my phone there and realized how much things really have changed since I was that young girl learning about love and life in Benicia. My eyes were pulled to the gas gauge and I realized that in all of my reflecting that morning I had forgotten to gas up. I began to wonder where I could find the cheapest gas, and the thought came to me;

I’m sure there’s an app for that! ” which only added to my laughter.

I began to consider all of the additional things I was grateful for, including my amazing camera equipment; adding to it my new lens; a Sigma 50-500mm that my family gave me for my birthday.  The freedom we enjoy in this country and the men and women who have fought to defend it. Also the access we have to digital and technology advancements. My cell phone, laptop, the software I use to edit my photo’s and social media that allows me to communicate freely with others. I was filled to the tip of my existence with pure gratitude.

As I pulled into the harbor, the light was perfect. Two brown pelicans were posed perfectly in sync as I pulled my camera out to take the first shot of the day. But I paused for a moment and offered another silent prayer expressing once again my gratitude to the medical technology and skilled doctors that restored and stabilized my vision. I took a deep breath wiped the last tear from my eye for the day and began to shoot. What a beautiful way to start my 50th birthday; on a journey down memory lane on beautiful road of gratitude.SONY DSC

Spring Emerges

I recently started teaching photography to the daughter of a good friend. On our first venture out for practical application experience, she noticed this tiny bird perched on these beautiful red branches. As I returned home and began to review my photos I was reminded what a blessing it is to not only be able to share what we have learned but also allow our own perspective and understanding be broadened by those we teach. In the end we all teach each other. I could have easily missed seeing this little beauty had it not been for her keen eye. I look forward to our next outing and am already wondering; what will she show me next?