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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

"I'm so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark" - Muhammed Ali

Over the course of this week I brought my camera with me everywhere and took fantastic pictures using light in different ways and I wanted to give them all you here and make you smile.  There was a beautiful bridge with light reflecting off the water, sunspots and pictures of Bill and I holding hands, and a beautiful sunset I captured on my way home one day.  Unfortunately, technology failed me and deleted all my hard work (not to mention all the pictures of my birthday) – so instead I will give you a sampling of pictures once again from my camera on my phone, and hope that next week I will not have such epic misfortune. 

Love you each so much!  Missing you always.


Every day at exactly 4:45pm this beam of light pierces my eyes and makes me run to shut the blinds in the office next to mine.  It makes me laugh and makes me mad in the same moment.


On a recent day trip to San Diego I snapped this picture on my phone.  I love that there is not a cloud in the sky and I love the bird caught in flight.


I cannot for the life of me remember the name of this house, but how amazing is it that it rained and allowed me to get the reflection in the street?


Just another drive home from work... Sometimes it just takes my breath away.


Our birthday dinner at the Old Ship was so wonderful.  I love atmosphere with Candles and the decor in this place really made my heart soar.  We had dark beers, mashed potatos, chicken pot pie, and fried artichokes.  I can't even begin to tell you how much I love Bill's company.  We sat on the same side of the booth and held hands the whole time :)



Come In - Robert Frost

    As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music — hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark.
    To dark in the woods for a bird By sleight of wing To better its perch for the night, Though it still could sing.
    The last of the light of the sun That had died in the west Still lived for one song more In a thrush's breast.
    Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went — Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament.
    But no, I was out for stars; I would not come in. I meant not even if asked; And I hadn't been.

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