Up and Away

Photo by Jonathan Fuhrmann -- Flodigarry, Scotland, United Kingdom

Up and Away

   Once again, there will be a slight pause in these posts as I bolt off to help celebrate the 90th birthday of my mother.  First, how lucky all of us are, those of us who still have a parent (or parents), two human beings who brought you to life...no matter your relationship to them, the truth is that you wouldn't be here --be alive, even-- if at some point they hadn't gotten together.

   On the other side, imagine reaching that stage of your life...90 years!  It's quite a milestone and even for her, even at 90 years, it seems to have gone by so quickly.  So, we will be eating some cake and letting diets and livers and whatever throw caution to the wind for a bit.  It is time to celebrate, and to thank, and to acknowledge.

   In the meantime, I leave you with a few things to ponder.  For one, there is a world (quite descriptive of the size, actually) of talent out there taking photographs of...well, the world.  If you haven't had a chance to grasp the brilliance of these "amateurs," now is a good time as they are showing all 12 weeks of submissions...but here are just a few, including the one at the top, all featured from the entries in National Georgraphic Traveler's photo contest.

Photo by Oscar Martinez -- El Sardinero, Cantabria, Spain

Photo by Aaron Feinberg -- Hooper, Colorado, United States  

   Wow!  Ninety years of memories, and still more to come...thanks for reading, now go explore!




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