When a grandmother dies

My grandmother, Rubimae Torrance, born March 5, 1911, passed yesterday February 24, 2008. These pictures are of her and my Mom, Lyn. It's weird, when a grandmother dies, you feel like a kid all over again. Remembering those special moments spent as a grandaughter, and then watching her be the same fun-loving great-grandmother to your own son. I am gathering photos and memories and stories all around me as I prepare to journey back to my hometown Fort Worth, Texas to pay final respects and say goodbye one more time.

every picture tells a story, don't it?

Map of the World, for Matt

A Map of the World, by TedKooser One of the ancient maps of the world is heart-shaped, carefully drawn and once washed with bright colors, though the colors have faded as you might expect feelings to fade from a fragile old heart, the brown map of a life. But feeling is indelible, and longing infinite, a starburst compass pointing in all the directions two lovers might go, a fresh breeze swelling their sails, the future uncharted, still far from the edge where the sea pours into the stars.

Listen: Ted Kooser Reads 'A Map of the World'

from my heart to yours

After the sun came up this morning I took a walk-about thru my house and art studio with my camera to capture hearts of all shapes, sizes, colors,and texture.Just like our very own emotional heart, there are so many heart-kinds...soft, hard, black, red, rough, broken, open, closed, small, old, new, big... vessels and images of L-O-V-E.

love is nearby

LOVE can be right under your nose. look. listen. OPEN. receive. BELIEVE.