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, July 19, 2011
Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Travel Tales Part 5
We got to watch three firework displays while we were on vacation.
One in Wyoming on the 3rd and two, back to back on the 4th.
The back to back show was nice because we drove 25 miles to the closest bigger town...and thought the little show was it. We were all a little "really, that was it?" Then right behind and over us the other one cut loose.
Pictures of fireworks are tough to capture but I kept snapping. I love the digital camera opportunity to preview pictures and delete the stinkers...and clean up photos that are almost keepers.