Glimpse of Time!

Clock at Musee d'Orsay

Paris in the fall is heavenly!  Actually, Paris anytime must be heavenly.  Though overcast on most fall days, it never inhibits the beauty found in the surrounding architecture.  Looking through the rear of the clock at Musee d'Orsay, you glimpse evidence of such a landscape.  The d'Orsay museum houses the works of Impressionist artist such as Monet and van Gogh.  Not as crowded as its neighboring Louvre, the d'Orsay is my favorite.

On a Mission

Mission Dolores San Francisco

During Spring break last year my kids decided to enrich their cultural side and visit Missions that were close enough to drive.  Of course we coudn't forget the beautiful Mission Dolores in San Francisco.  In the middle of the city sits a beautiful church and courtyard.  Hidden behind its well camouflaged walls, one could drive by it and never know it exists, thus missing out on such a diversely rich gem. 

Catching Cold

When I was a young girl, my uncle and grandfather would take me and my cousins down to the pier to catch crab.  It was from these piers that I learned not to wear my cute sandals on the cold, wet evenings on the pier.  Even if they matched my pink jacket. 

The rush of doing nothing!

Relaxing on the shore, you are in awe of the serenity that is displayed like an artist painting.   The air is thick and the sun wraps your body like a comfy blanket.  The silence screams all around you.  Floating in the water , small wakes wash over each limb, bathing the entire body in peaceful calm.  There is a slight chill that escapes from the ice cold bottle of beer that I hold in my right hand.   Nothing beats the rush of doing nothing!  

My suit matches my toe nail paint

Lounging in my orange swimsuit on a raft on the water

Independence Day 2013

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Hard to Ignore

Are you ready for some football?

If you like football, then there's nothing like watching Hard Knocks.  The NFL reality tv show that follows one team through training camp.  I get hooked watching because my husband loves the show and learning how the process works is fascinating.  Peeking into the lives of young men who have spent their entire life playing football, from peewees to high school to college, trying to score big.  Those who are highly talented get drafted and are secured a position. Others are given the opportunity to "give it all they got" to guarantee a coveted spot on the roster of "53".  Watching these young men, you see the vulnerability and innocence that was protected throughout their school and college careers.  They are all stars, all good enough to make it to this point. Watching them is like looking through the hole in the fence to see what's happening on the other side.  But every year, there comes that time when the teams have to pare down their roster.  They make several cuts and it's such a difficult thing to watch.
Every year in my house it's the same routine, I get up from my seat and say "I hate this part, it's so sad".  Then I walk away from the tv only to look over my shoulder and tiptoe back to the sofa.  It's as if these kids are my sons and to watch their dreams fizzle before them is heartbreaking.  Imagine devoting your entire life to something and having a dream you hope to live and there it is right in front of you...and then it's gone.  Poof!  It disappears, but you can still taste it and feel it, you ache for it.  What makes it even more difficult to watch is that these kids are sincere in their gratitude for just having the opportunity.  It was three years before I stopped tearing up.  Now I just get the lump in my throat.  What will they do now?
When the season begins, the names of the kids that were cut disappear from my mind like they disappeared from the roster, every now and then I recognize the name of one of the players that was saved.  My heart mends over the season, but when summer comes, it's starts all over again, and it's hard to ignore.

That Moment

There are moments in my life that seem to break up the monotony of everyday life.  Boating is that for me.  Not just boating but that moment when the day is ending and you are coming back to the docks.  

We went boating and I was able to capture some incredible "first time wakeboarding" pictures of my kids and some of there friends.  The day was cold and damp but the air was heavy and warm.  It was as if nature was fighting with itself and kept turning up the heat and turning it down.  When the sun peeked out from behind the dark clouds,  it was comfortable.  The water was especially warm on this chilly day, registering warmer than the air temperature. 

As the day ended, we let the kids take one more run, with my youngest deciding to try wakeboarding for the first time.  He got in the water, listened for instruction and nearly was able to get up on the board.  Unfortunately, fatigue sets in before you are ready to quit so he came back aboard.  

The moment came and we started for the docks.  The sun is setting slowly in the distance and the air is warm as it brushes the stray hairs over your face.  The glow of a tanned leg glistens from the water jumping out of the water and landing on your skin.  Moving at 30 mph seems like slow motion and all you hear is the gentle hum of the boat engine.  Everyone is quiet as they must be experincing the same hypnotic moment.  After a while you see the "no wake zone"  and the engine slowly but suddenly dies like the power shutting off at the main switch in a movie scene.  The water calms and the boat glides the rest of the way.  Suddenly, the volume is turned up and so is the energy.  Let's get this boat out of the water!