I’ve read many posts about the difficulty of choosing only 12 pictures that would capture a year. I concur; the task was challenging in many ways. I am sure that I was not the only one who experienced a roller-coaster of emotions while lingering over a year’s worth of images — images that tell stories and conjure up memories. Click on any image to see my descriptions and view the slideshow.
JANUARY: Day at the zoo with Son and Granddaughter.
FEBRUARY: Photo workshop in on an old ranch in the high desert of Arizona
MARCH: Butterfly exhibit and the Desert Botanical Gardens in Phoenix
APRIL: I met “Lizard Man” at Tempe Town Lake. He agreed to a few shots only if I took one with him.
MAY: My Granddaughter, who is my favorite subject and playmate.
JUNE: We said goodbye to my father…truly the kindest man I’ve every known.
JULY: June 16 – July 23 working in China. How could I choose only one picture to represent this vast country and incredible experience? I took this shot of the plane before take-off with my iPad.
AUGUST: I adopted 4-yr old Cocker Spaniel Sophie, a true blessing in my life.
SEPTEMBER: I am captivated by the moon.
OCTOBER: Sophie and I took pictures in Sedona, Arizona during Fall Break.
NOVEMBER: My friend on Miami Beach
DECEMBER: My family — Daughter-in-Law w/ Grandchild #2, Son #1, Granddaughter, Son #2 & his fiancée.
No theme …… No real reason for this post, except nostalgia.
It was 1962. My sister Rose was a baby. Rose is not the youngest in our clan; in fact, two boys and a girl follow her.
Notice that my sister Phyllis & I are wearing identical blouses, which means that my mother probably made them. (I’m the one with the dark permed hair in the back.) By the way, I’m the oldest of the clan.
Check out the buzz cuts on my brothers; Mother took the electric clippers to them regularly.
It may not be a great photograph, but this image of the patched-together garage always makes me smile because it reflects the brilliant and quirky personality of my generous and kind uncle, my father’s youngest brother. It’s a hodgepodge of parts, engines, signs, treasures, and memories. The roof was high on one side, so he cut down the pole, only to find it much too short. Being a problem-solver, he wedged a piece back into the space, thus raising the roof a bit. See the post on the right-hand side? The roof still slopes.