Sunday, May 30

Broken Heartland

I've been in Nebraska for the last two weeks.

It's where I was born.

It's where both of my parents were born.

My sisters and my daughter live there with their families.
Nebraska is also where I spent my mother's final days.
It's where we buried her on Thursday.
It's where I'll always see her in my mind . . .
Her grave is next to her parents -- my grandparents -- and two of her siblings. There are nearly 30 members of our family buried there close to her.
Her grave looks over a Nebraska field.
Jordan and I explored her new neighborhood the night after we buried her.
We were fortunate to watch the full moon rise over her resting place.

Now that we have tied up most of the details, the reality that we will miss her in ways that we can't yet imagine is settling uncomfortably.

But, I feel like she is home.

Sunday, May 16

More adventures in macro

I am fascinated by the images I am able to capture with my new macro lens.
Probably because my eyes aren't what they once were, and I just don't see things this well without reading glasses, and even then . . .
So, if you are like me, you may enjoy a closer look at things blooming in the garden.

He's probably looking for this.

Monday, May 10

Come a Little Bit Closer . . .

I've had my eye on a macro lens for months. Today I bought it, and could hardly wait to take it out of the box and put it on the camera.
See the 'dust' on this bud? It's pollen.
It is pretty breezy here -- not terrific for crisp captures in the garden -- although I like what the wind did to this image.
Oh, this is going to be such fun.
I hear it's good for portraits too.