Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree

This weeks photo challenge CAREFREE is brought to you by Sheri Bigelow . Sheri says, Summer memories make everything feel magical to me — carefree and untroubled. Even on the trips where everything went wrong, I look back and smile at the narrow escapes, or the long walks on a beach while I sorted out and righted the world. Whether a good memory was made in years past, yesterday, or only moments ago, I love letting the nostalgia wrap me up — like a borrowed sweater on a cold summer night. Even more, I love making new memories: a carefree summer at the lake, a stroll through the park, dancing in the rain… then all I need to do is remember, and the same carefree feeling washes over me. Thanks Sheri.

A happy child at play soothes my ragged spirit.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Golden Hour

On the Road at Sunrise is for this weeks photo challenge The Golden Hour. I know I skipped last weeks challenge, sorry.

Here are a few beautiful sunsets on the water taken for last months challenge Fleeting.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable

Companionable

That is an odd sounding word, isn’t it? It is also the theme for this week’s photo challenge. Michelle was pretty clever with that wasn’t she?

So why squirrels and a tomatoes you ask? Because of the companionability!

Believe it or not squirrels and I are quite chummy. We have many likes in common and get along very well. Well, until they get greedy with the tomatoes and then we have dumplings in common.

Farewell to The Mean Green Traveling Machine

The Mean Green Traveling Machine

If vehicles were books…

If words were miles…

If cracked leather upholstery could speak…

If frogs had wings they wouldn’t bump their ass every time they hopped. 😉

I snapped a few shots as they readied her to travel yesterday and said goodbye to the 1996 Chevrolet Blazer but I wasn’t prepared for such nostalgia!

Seventeen years ago I was totally in love with that piece of machinery but it hasn’t been driven in over six months and it was taking up space. It was old and out of style, it had become temperamental and needed repairs and maybe it reminded me too much of something else. The melancholy definitely goes much deeper than a defective starter, a dented bumper or Kool-Aid stains in the rear compartment and I was just thinking…

She has seen her fair share of asphalt, dirt roads and white rock. From daily commutes to long trips, from mountain tops to sandy beaches…

Our oldest son vacationed in it when his first child was just an infant. They traveled to San Antonio. That infant is a sophomore in high school now. The oldest daughter borrowed it from time to time when she needed reliable transportation — when her babies were literally babies. Our youngest two children learned to drive behind the wheel of the hunter green hooptie and I’m sure they entrusted more than a few secrets to her, I know I did.

If The Mean Green Traveling Machine were a novel she would be epic. The odometer read 220,771 miles. Actually it was 220,771.4 when the man winched her onto the trailer.

Here’s praying the donation makes a positive difference in someone’s life and hoping the hooptie doesn’t gossip.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves

Photo challenge + Family + Father’s Day = gobs (yes gobs) of fun!

 

Don’t expect to see the #1 son and the husband. They hid in the shadows drinking Dos Equis because they are the most interesting men in the world. No really! I had a few of those lovely green bottles and I must admit it was pretty exciting. 😉

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting

Fleeting

We went fishing Saturday and my oh my how the time flew by.

Okay the truth is the guys fished while we (my granddaughter and moi) took pictures. We of course caught a lot more of what we were after. As a matter of fact the two of us snagged nearly two hundred shots yet three men with six tackle boxes and four rods couldn’t catch a single fish! Not even a catfish! In a lake as large as Tawakoni that takes some real lack of skill. 😉

My husband says I shouldn’t poke fun being as I have a serious case of lack-a-jerk. True, the fish are usually too fast for me but a desperate fisherman resorting to the ritual of the frog dive, that I can catch.

 

The dive left the fish laughing so hard they couldn’t bite. Have you ever tried to laugh and eat at the same time? It is hard to do. It is hard being a fish, I understand these things. It’s also illegal to be on the water at night without the proper lights (which we had left in the truck) so we turned starboard heading to shore and watched the sun set on another beautiful day… another fleeting moment in time.

See how time flies…

How time flies

How time flies