Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Scribbles and Scrambles~ And They Did This Without Computers.
E-mail forwards. Some days I get so many that I barely even pay attention.
But this one is cool.
In Iowa in July of 1918 two photographers organized this amazing photo. Read the story here. And the same photographers...Arthur Mole and John Thomas shot other photos on display here.