Through a child’s eyes you will see the world just as it ought to be.
~ author unknown
Some of my favorite photos are when one of my grandchildren spots me looking at them and looks straight back at me. Connection. I Spy, We Spy and we usually get a good photo out of the moment. Great memories.
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them. ~Marcel Proust
There are so many important images cherished in my mind. Birthdays, quiet moments, joy captured in a snapshot. Time passes so quickly. It is nice to bring those moments out and cherish them once again.
One of the things I love about the weekly photo challenge is it forces me to look at the world around me differently. When the word Grid comes to mind I first think of the Electrical Grid, then the grid of my quilt cutting board. Leaving for my grandson’s 5th birthday party I saw examples of grid in the line of fences and their shadows, criss-crossing electrical lines and iron work designs. Unfortunately, the driver was unwilling to stop along the way to take photos.
Lucky for me the party place had plenty examples and that is what I will share.
Many of us have been to these party locations. This particular one had a high wire rope walk that is formed of a wood and rope grid. And don’t forget the grid work in the walls and windows. It is grid heaven!!!
And at the basketball shoot we have layers of grid and shadow.
And then there is the grid that captures the attention of all the party goers.
The toy grid!!! Sadly, no stuffed animals left the party with our group but a great time was had by all.
When I started this post it was going in a totally different direction. Before I finished we were blessed with a visit from my two youngest grandchildren… both boys. When they arrive they immediately tackle the stairs to Nana’s play space. This is where I knit and sew and play on my computers. It is also where they play. It is filled with the toys of my sons’ childhood. There are legos, duplos, wooden trains, Playmobile sets and matchbox cars. Everything that can feed an imagination. The youngest child is just starting to move from chasing balls and pushing things to playing with smaller toys.
Like all boys everywhere, Legos and Duplos are great building blocks for the imagination. But first you have to learn how to “connect” them. It may seem simple but it requires a little something from your fine motor skills.
He was working very hard to build something. Learning is all about connecting. Connecting bits of information in a way that makes a concept understandable.
Joy and Pride! He has figured out how the connection works and is well on his way to creating new adventures. Just like his dad before him, he wants to share each and everyone of his creations. And I am his #1 fan.
Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.
This week’s photo challenge is “Beneath Your Feet.” My mind immediately raced to the railroad tracks in our downtown area. Railroad tracks have been the subject of some of my best growing up stories. Trains and tracks create imagery of mystery and adventure.
I grew up in a railroad town located on the banks of the Mississippi River. At certain times of the day you knew you would be sitting and waiting at the crossing light unless you could get to the one bridge in town that crossed over the tracks. When I was young I didn’t mind waiting and I would play games like guessing how many train cars there were or trying to hold our breath until the last car crossed. Sometimes we would try and spot a hobo or freeloader. When I started to drive the last thing I wanted to do was wait for a train.
I spent many hours walking the tracks. As a 13 year old adventurer a friend and I climbed down the bluffs and were walking along the tracks and picking up stones to try and skip in the river. It was a narrow path. The Mississippi River on one side and the steep bluffs on the other. We had never thought about a train…. we had an “oh s#$t moment and my friend started to climb up the bluff and I slid down into the water holding onto a tree. It was long, slow freight train and I was freezing in the late October wind and water. Finally, as the caboose lumbered by I drug my wet self out of the water, covered with mud and jeans soaking wet. My friend was hanging onto a tree about 15 feet above the track. We started screaming and laughing like we had cheated death and rushed home as fast as my squishy sneakers and numb body could go. We washed our clothes and relived our adventure over and over. We never told our parents….lol… makes me wonder what my kids haven’t told me…. don’t want to know.
Another fond memory was of three friends and I walking across the train bridge from Iowa to Illinois. There was an area on the bridge you could move to if a train came across so we were sure we were safe. What we didn’t think about was a barge. We tried to run for one of the stationary sections when we felt it moving, but fear of falling through the tracks found us hanging on and trying to act like we planned it that way. As it turned out we did enjoy ourselves. There were a couple of people on the barge that saw us and waved and laughed and we thought we were very cool. Oh to be young and stupid… and to live through it.
My favorite memory is the sound of the trains at night in the distance. Wondering where those tracks were taking the trains. The tracks that disappear into nothing. Such a soothing sound.
There’s something about the sound of a train that’s very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” Rabindranath Tagore
I am a little late to the party, but life happens. Inspiration can be so many things, but in this case I took it as the place where I can quiet my mind and let my breathing even out and let peace and tranquility in.
At our home up north we had a larger porch but it was not utilized as much as this one. My mornings start on the porch and most days will end on the porch. From this comfortable chair I can watch the birds and our friendly deer. The squirrels know to give our backyard a wide berth. I love to watch them, but not when they are raiding the bird feeders.
It is out here that my mind peacefully ambles through thoughts and puzzles through issues ranging from family to quilt designs. My head seems to be free of cobwebs and outside intrusions. This is my place to contemplate all the beautiful and interesting things I have seen, to explore any questions that were raised, and to submit to my curious nature.
It goes without saying that family is my biggest treasure. Grandchildren are a big part of it because they can do no wrong. Just a few days ago we had the 10th addition to our grandchild club.
He is so precious, as they all are. I must also add my cameras as one of my treasures because it captures time and moments we want to hold on to and remember. Time moves so quickly and our family is constantly changing. My baby had his second son and not too long ago he was a blond hair, blue eyed toddler with a dimple in his cheek.
“Sleep my little baby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you’ll see the world
If I’m not mistaken…
Kiss a lover
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure…