For a person who owns no sheep, I certainly seem to be fascinated with them. People who do own them tell me that they have their share of problems. (As do we all.) But you have to admit, they are cute and furry, with their little plump bodies and small legs. Hence, I have an excessive amount of sheep pictures. Today, I am sharing two of my favorites with you. And if you see a sheep today, baa happy. Slainte, Lisa
This is a picture of my pictures, which reside in the becoming-obsolete object called a picture album. This album dates back to our first trip to Ireland from 2001. These images show Joshua, then 7, ready to enjoy our day on the boat watching Fungi the dolphin jump and do tricks in Dingle’s waters. These days, all of my pictures reside on tiny memory cards, or hidden deep in the recesses of my laptop’s storage banks. And there are no new pictures in my photo albums.
At first I lamented this, and tried valiantly to print all the digital pictures we shot. But there is no keeping up with this…the wonders of digital photography let you shoot so many wonderful pictures, too many to print all the time. So I settle for printing the really special ones, and view my pictures in a new way. And it’s a good thing. But I still feel a warm, nostalgic feeling as I open a special volume filled with memories, with pictures in time captured and carefully placed in a book.
Tell me…do any of you still keep photo albums? Or have you converted to digital viewing?
Make some beautiful photo-worthy memories today. Slainte, Lisa
The truth can sometimes be hard to face, and some would say, ugly. Yet the truth sets you free. There is nothing to hide behind, no deception, no unreality. Truth is truth, and it’s real, and it never changes. Our world is obsessed with beauty, with beautiful people, with trying to stay beautiful. Yet the truth of who and what we are, of living life, is beautiful too. Because we’re all flawed people who are trying to love the best we can. Here are some “truthful” pictures of old, broken down homes in Ireland, that some would call ugly and an eyesore. Yet, to me they are beautiful, they have stories to tell, and they live as a testimony to the lives of those who passed before us.
Worn-out tower staircase
Abandoned Home or Inn, Gap of Dunloe
An old room with a view
I am challenging myself to look for beauty in the unexpected and the truthful places. I want to be the kind of person who can see some good, even in the worst of situations. Because I definitely would like people to do that for me.
Life is funny. And the strange, odd things that occur are sometimes the funniest. Like yesterday, my husband and I went out for a nice lunch together at a nice Greek restaurant. We order, and as we’re waiting for our meal, the nice waitress calmly brings our drinks, and a large basket filled up with saltine CRACKERS! Now, maybe I’m not up-to-date on Greek tradition, but this struck us both as hilarious. Here is the aforementionned basket.
Now that’s a lot of crackers to eat, unless you’re extremely fond of saltines, or you belong to a family of 18 people. We started laughing, and couldn’t stop. My husband who happens to love crackers, could barely eat them.
The child in the booth behind us began peeking around and staring at us. We knew we had to pull it together. Thank God for laughter; it was better than 40 hours of therapy and massage put together. Here’s a new Irish blessing for you…May you have all the crackers you need, and never reach the bottom of your basket. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa