Technically it's not Thanksgiving day any more, at least not in
my time zone.
So that means that it's really Friday and that also means that
it was two weeks ago that I landed in Phoenix for a week of meetings
and a couple of hours of snatched time to spend with two of my three
It was not a problem to leave the gray rain of Michigan for the
palm trees of Phoenix and Scottsdale. And since the summer is a
distant memory I even though for a moment that I just might want
to live in Arizona after all. But I shoved the thought aside, especially
since Mrs starts working in Albuquerque next week.
The week flew by and the only family time that I was able to fit
in was a lunch with the boy and then another dinner with the boy,
the girl and my son in law.
And I didn't take one photograph.
I thought about it however, and I even looked closely (camera in
hand) at the shrub in my daughter's back yard that had these flowers
on it, but they were faded and I had already taken a shot of the
earlier in the season.
For today the image from August will do quite nicely, since we
are basically going to talk now about contrasts, between the warm
hues of the Arizona sun and the cold reality of an early Michigan
Earlier today my mother suggested that she thought I would have
been outside taking pictures, and she was right.
But they were not photos of the warm, they are photos of the cold.
Now granted, I was quite happy to drive to the airport last night
and pick up my son, I was just not wild about the blizzard that
I drove through, or the parking lots of slush that greeted me as
I made a quick stop to pick up some extra luggage for the impending
move to a warmer climate.
And don't get me wrong, the day did dawn with a crisp beauty that
was truly stellar, but there it all was, that stuff that paints
the world in white and for a moment, is pure and crisp and clear.
Color however, is hard to find in this world.
I confess that it was fun to look for, since the wind was calm
and the temperature hovered just about freezing. I would have not
have been wandering around for long had the wind been howling with
the temps bouncing around the zero mark, or below.
So today I'm thankful, for lots of things, even though it seems
that just about all I can sense of life is the freight train of
change that is running through my living room.
At least I can say that the almost all of the doors that I was
assigned to paint are done.
No biggie, only 34 coats of paint on this door, or that.
I even had some time on the airplane to put together a gallery
of the aurora, should you be interested in more images of the
I'm thankful that although we learned about my mother's cancer
2 years ago this holiday weekend, she is doing pretty darn well,
even though the doctors want to run some more "preventative"
chemo through her system.
It's interesting that the older we get, some of us seem to understand
that the things we are most thankful for are just about always the
things that money just can't buy.
And one of those things is the expression of life that can be found
in the journals and blogs of those who document their lives on the
web. From that community I find great entertainment, encouragement,
debate, sorrow and inspiration.
Thank you all for writing, especially those of you who just keep
on hanging in there, no matter what the storms of life throw your