And what do I have to show for it? Thanks to the many people who have begun to follow my blog, I feel like I have found an entire network of friends, some of whom I would have never known, had it not been for the challenges I entered. I would not have begun to learn how to operate my smartphone camera (I’m little slow on techie issues) or what to do with the photos once I got the shot! (Who knew this could be so fun?) I also learned that I know a little more than I thought I did about this blogging world, that I’m not too old, or too dumb, or too stroke-brained to learn more, even if it may take me a bit longer than I want. And finally, I’m just so grateful to the instructors of Blogging 101 and Photography 101 for their time, and that includes all of you in The Commons who helped me to understand concepts I was missing, or who were simply my cheering section. Many cudos to you!
So, It’s Time To Leave You With This Pocketful of Joy
Until tomorrow. And then I might not be posting every day. But then again, I might! What do you think? Do you need a Pocketful of Joy each day?
I have, hanging on my bedroom wall, between two photos of my boys, a picture that denotes my ultimate triumph.
It is with Him I hope to live when my time on earth is over.
Jesus Christ is my Triumph!
And He says,
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
Matthew 11:26-28 KJV
I thought about this one for awhile, and then it dawned on me, as hubby was leaving for work. There are two keyboards in my line of sight. What would you think about a musician? Anyway, so I put them together like this.
Twins! Well, almost. So what do you think? Did I pull it off?
I have a few treasures, some more personal than others, but this just seemed to fit the theme perfectly for me.
It’s a photo of a Kodak Duaflex camera, and it’s the one my Aunt Margie used to take most, if not all of the pictures of my family when I was young.
(Here’s a side view.) In fact, if anyone has seen my photo on my personal Facebook page, the one where I look like I’m poking the eyeball out of my dolly? She may have taken that with it.
So what do you think? Are any of your treasures wrapped up in so many different memories that stem from the same single element?
This was taken from East Lak Toho (I don’t know ho to spell the entire name, but that’s what people call it anyway because they can’t pronounce it, either…it’s a Seminole Indian name, fyi)
The name means sleeping tiger. The reason is that the lake is smooth as glass when calm, but will kick up some pretty good waves when the weather begins to turn. The waves aren’t huge, they just cover the lake. It’s quite interesting to see.
We were out and about when the cold front hit Central Florida. Where were you?
When I was a girl, television signed off after the late news aired. And the last thing that played was the National Anthem. You know, the Star Spangled Banner. The song of which so many entertainers forget the words, and so many more of our young children never learn. But around our house, it was always a big deal. My dad was a survivor of the Bataan Death March. He spent 21 years in the Air Force. My mom was an Army nurse. My military history goes back to the American Revolution, every generation having had at least one member, and often many members, in the armed services. I stand proud when the flag passes by. And so it was a thrill when I saw