I absolutely love taking pictures. I drive my family nuts taking thousands on every trip we make. I love to catch the light just so. Or that little architectural detail against a blue sky. Or the intricate flower petals showcasing Our Creator's imagination. And smiles. Of course I love catching smiles!
My heart breaks for the Jersey Shore. Not the show, the people. The real people with real lives and a real disaster to clean up after. My husband's family went to the Shore for his childhood summers, and it is close to his heart. We have vacationed there a couple of times, and it always delighted me to see how happy he was there in that magical place from his youth.
Although my heart and prayers go out to all the victims of Sandy, I feel a special tug at the loss of the boardwalks along the Jersey Shore. I think it always affects us differently when the disaster hits someplace we know.
Of course, they'll rebuild. But it will be new. Different. What was there--the history, the nostalgia, the memories--can't be rebuilt. Even when they build it back, it won't be the same boardwalk, the same roller coaster, the same pizza parlor.
Sometimes what makes a place so special is the history and the memories. The Jersey Shore is not the most beautiful beach I've ever been to. Their roller coasters were not the fastest or the most thrilling I've ever ridden. Their funnel cake and pizza . . .well, that was actually probably the best I've ever had. But the time we spent there was magical, and we have memories.
When you walked those boards, you were walking on the history of so many families. So many traditions. Vacation. Weekends. Summer. Carefree. Waves crashing. Sun shining. Kites flying. Ice cream and french fries and funnel cake . . . for dinner!
One of my favorite pictures of my mother-in-law was taken in much younger, more carefree days at the Shore. It embodies what I felt when I was there. A moment frozen in time that captured happiness, relaxation, fun and family. It was like an escape from reality. A surreal place of games and rides and beach and food. It was kind of like a time-out where you got to just be a kid no matter how old you were.
I truly cannot imagine the pain and devastation of those who lost their homes, their businesses, their family or friends. I am so sorry for your loss, and I pray for your recovery. But I also hurt for those who held the Jersey Shore dear as a link to childhood, to youth, to family, to carefree summers, and the past. The place may be gone, but the memories, pictures in our minds, live on.
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Food is definitely one of the reasons Paris is my favorite city. The wine, the sauces, the bread, the crepes, the pastries. But one of the things I really love is La Cure Gourmande.
The biscuits and sweets are to die for, but the entire shop is a journey into a pastel and sugary aromatic playground of visual delights. I am on a sugar high before I even take a bite just from wandering through here.
I wanted to share this experience with you. Too bad there's no scratch 'n sniff or lick 'n taste on your screen! (don't try it!)
My personality has many facets, so I expect that my blog will as well if it is to accurately reflect me. It definitely would not be a complete picture of me without some aspect of photography (Did ya catch that? Clever, hunh?) and of course, old stuff. I love taking pictures, and I love old stuff.
Old stuff like books. I love gingerly flipping through yellowed pages wondering who read those words, sliding my hand over the dusty cover, thinking of all the hands that may have touched this book before mine. Who were they? Where did they live? Where did they go? Why did they have this book? Did they like it?
I have an old trunk in my living room, (a couple of them actually) and I always wonder what stories that trunk could tell. Where has it been? What treasured belongings and worthless objects has it held? Did it travel far, or rest confined in an attic somewhere? Continue reading "Reflections of Life Left Behind in the Dust"