"A gift consists not in what is done or given, but in the intention of the giver or doer." ~Lucius Annaeus Seneca Sure, I know it's not about the gift itself, but more about the feelings behind the gift that count, but, hey, let's be honest here..............cool gifts are the BEST!! :) Let's also be clear here. Honestly, I don't really care how much a gift costs the giver. I am much more impressed by a gift that was clearly thought out. Yes, I absolutely love money stuck in a card. "Money always fits," right? However, I simply delight in a gift that reflects how well a person really knows me. Even though I feel like I drop plenty of well-placed hints, many times, my loved ones still miss the mark. Then, every now and then, the giver scores a homerun! So, without further ado, I give you my personal list of "Best Gifts Ever!" (in no particular order)................ My Puppy, Snoopy! Isn't he the cutest thing you ever saw?? Yes, I'm holding him like he's a baby, but that's because he was.......my sweet baby Snoopy! My parents gave him to me for my birthday. None of us can remember which one. I'm thinking maybe my 6th or 7th. Oh, how I loved my sweet puppy...even after he grew up to be a big ol' dog! We spent many, many hours together, he and I. Here's the sad part....he died on my 16th birthday. Yep, welcome to my world. :( Anyway, he was an awesome gift, and I gotta' thank my parents for being so thoughtful! My KitchenAid Stand Mixer! My sweet husband bought this delightful gift for me a few years back. He knew how much I love to bake and my previous not-so-awesome mixer had recently bit the dust. I wish I had been keeping track of how many baked goodies I have made that involved this mixer. I absolutely love it! Thank you, sweet hubby of mine! My Snoopy Perpetual Calendar! My sister gave this to me a few years ago, and I. just. love it! This gift tells me that she knows me very well! First, I love Snoopy! She knows this. Second, I love organization and calendars. A no-brainer! Third, I'm all about seeing things progress. Manipulating this little trick every single day makes me feel as though I have checked another day off the "list". Finally, I must admit that every single time I touch this gift, I'm reminded of my sweet sister! (She probably was totally banking on that, now that I think of it.) Well-played, Heather.....well-played. ;) My Clarisonic Aria Facial Cleansing System! This is a very recent gift from my very thoughtful children. I'm quite sure they perused my "Wish List" PinBoard on Pinterest to even know I was interested in this, but that makes the gift even sweeter! They cared enough to investigate! :) I cannot say enough good things about this product. I use it every single day and feel like I'm getting a daily facial when I do! I've had other devices that I thought were cheaper versions of this from WalMart or Target, but they didn't do half the job this one does! Love it!! Got you thinking? Here's the link for more info: Clarisonic Aria Cleansing Device Thanks for being thoughtful investigators, Kids! :) My DSLR Camera! THIS is probably the best, most thoughtful gift I have ever received. Why? Because it came as a total surprise to me. I had never even hinted at wanting such a thing because frankly, I wasn't very confident in taking photography to the next level. Sure, I have loved taking pictures for the majority of my life, but always with a point and shoot camera of some kind. My sweet husband decided to take a chance a few years back and purchase the very lowest entry-level DSLR Nikon kit made at the time.....a D3000 with a 50-200 mm lens. I immediately gained a new level of passion for photography and haven't looked back since! I continue to purchase more and more lenses and other accessories for my camera, but I think the time is quickly approaching for a new camera body. Regardless of what body I end up graduating to, I will always hold this particular gift very near to my heart! Oh, and by the way, my children gave me the monogrammed camera strap (also one of my fav gifts!) :) So there you have it! My very "best gifts ever!" I'm sure there are plenty of other awesome gifts I've received over the years, but if someone walked up to me and said "Your best gifts ever.....go!", these are the ones that would immediately come to mind. So, have you got some fav gifts? I'll bet you do. Oh, and when you're on the giving end, put a little thought into it. It'll be appreciated, I'm quite sure. :) Until next time,
~Dot
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"Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten." Today's "Monday Memory" is another one of my favorite pictures from my past. Notice I said "pictures" not "memories" because, once again, I have NO memory of this occasion. I'm not even sure exactly what's going on here. Here's what I DO know. This is a picture of me with my first cousins. Our parents are all brothers and sister. We look a little dressed up, so...hmmm....someone's birthday?.....a family reunion?........just not sure. The portrait behind us is of our Grandaddy. I see that it's just propped up on the back of the sofa, so I'm not sure if that was just done for this picture or if my Granny was still trying out different spots in the house before actually hanging it. I DO know that portrait is now hanging in a place of honor at Gammage Funeral Home in Cedartown, GA as he started that business many years ago and now my cousin Olin (far left in this picture) owns and operates the same family business as the third generation. I am SO immensely proud of him! In fact, I'm proud to call each person on this couch my family. I didn't grow up around them. I was just there for a visit, but I know we had plenty of fun when we DID get to be together. Unfortunately, we rarely see each other as adults....other than family funerals. I keep up with all of them as best I can via Facebook. I am so very thankful for this picture and yet another look into my childhood that I would not have remembered otherwise! Bottom line: These folks are my family and I will always love them. Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, we can have our own adult family reunion one of these days. Oh, if only Grandaddy could see us now! I hope he'd be proud. Until next time,
~Dot euphemism [yoo-fuh-miz-uhm] noun. The substitution of a mild, indirect, or vague expression for one thought to be offensive, harsh, or blunt in speech or writing. Euphemisms. We've all used them at one time or another. You know what I mean, right? It's saying things like "downsizing" instead of "firing employees"........."pre-owned" instead of "used".........."faux" instead of "fake"....... I could go on and on (you could, too, I'm sure!) How in the world did this practice get its start? According to the OES, it dates back to the 1600s in ancient Greece when folks would avoid words of "ill-omen" during religious ceremonies with more pleasant substitutions. "euphemism." Online Etymology Dictionary. Douglas Harper, Historian. 05 Mar. 2014. <Dictionary.com http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/euphemism>. "Euphemism is a human device to conceal the horrors of reality." So, why do we use them today? Surely, we're not still concerned about those "ill-omens", are we? Well, I think somewhere along the way, it was decided that the truth might be a little too difficult to accept as is, so expressions were softened in order not to offend anyone. So, as Dr. Phil would say, "How's that working for ya'?" Personally, I think it's making more and more things socially acceptable in our society, and I'm not convinced that it's helping matters. Examples of 'softening an expression':
I also think we just don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, which, by the way, is a very honorable thing to do as long as we aren't putting our heads in the sand about the reality of the situation. Examples of 'politeness':
Then, there are some that I just don't understand. I mean, perhaps I have my own head in the sand here, but what's wrong with the original term? Why did we even need a euphemism here? I'm thinking this is where "Political Correctness" came into play. For example..........
“Euphemisms are unpleasant truths wearing diplomatic cologne.” ~Quentin Crisp So, there you have it. My Wednesday's Word for this week: Euphemism. What are your thoughts about this frequently used literary device? Are we softening the blow or shoving our heads in the sand?
Until next time, ~Dot "What you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.” ~Aaron Siskind Anyone that knows me fairly well knows two things about me: 1) I love photography....and 2) I have a terrible memory. You may wonder what these two things have in common. It's quite simple, really. I believe pictures help fill in the blanks where our memories may fail us. I know for certain they do so for me! Recently, as I was digging around for old photos to scan for my parents' birthday tributes, I ran across lots of really fun "memories" from my own life. I use the term "memory" loosely here because, to be perfectly honest, I have absolutely NO memory of these moments, but because I had a great-aunt Polly who had the same passion for capturing moments in time as I have now, I will always have these images to fill in the blanks where my memory fails me. So, in an effort to honor those captured memories, I'm going to start posting a "Monday Memory" each week. It's my own personal twist on 'Throwback Thursdays.' :) This particular picture is of me and my first-cousins, Olin & Laura. We're all hanging out at my playhouse in my backyard in South Georgia. My Papa (from my other side of the family) built that playhouse and hauled it from one side of the state to the other side just for me. Olin & Laura must have come for a visit because they lived in yet another corner of the state. Maybe they came for my birthday? Really not sure. Anyway, I love this picture. I love my groovy outfit. I love my playhouse. I love my cousins. I'm so glad I have this picture. Otherwise, this moment in time would be long-gone and probably remembered by no one. Great-Aunt Polly (who lived next-door to me) has been gone from my life and this earth since I was in 5th grade, but I feel like she lives on in every one of these pictures. I truly feel like I'm seeing my own life through her eyes, and I am forever grateful to her! While I know my obsession with capturing every single moment in time gets annoying to those I'm with at times, it is my hope that one day someone will be just as grateful to be able to replay their lives through my eyes. :) Until next time, ~Dot There is such a special sweetness in being able to participate in creation. ~Pamela S. Nadav Exactly one month ago, I wrote a post explaining why I personally celebrate not one......or two.......but, rather, THREE BIRTH-days every year. Here's the link if you need to refresh your memory on my rationale: "It's My BIRTH-day! Well.....one of them..." Bottom line: I think Mamas need to take a few minutes to reflect on the days they GAVE birth as well as the day they were born themselves! Let's face it, BIRTH-days ain't easy! Am I right, Ladies?? Well, today's another one of those very special days in my life! February 28, 1995....the day we welcomed our sweet baby boy into the world 19 years ago! Now, I know you're disappointed, but I don't have any "graphic delivery room pics" for you this time. While Trey WAS a C-section delivery just like his older sister, we have no pictures from the actual procedure. However, I remember the day just as clearly as I remember Chelsea's birth! His due date was actually about two weeks later than this date, but, due to the size of his sister, it was decided that we would encourage James Michael Rutherford, III to arrive a little earlier in hopes he wouldn't be such a roly-poly. :) As you can see, even two weeks early he was 8 lbs. 10 oz., so there's no telling how big he could have been full-term! Isn't he just the sweetest little baby boy ever?! I mean, look at those leg rolls on 6-month-old Trey! Oh! I could just eat 'im up!! I have such wonderful memories of Trey growing up. He's always had quite the imagination and has been such a source of joy in our family. Take a look at some of his "theatrics" over the years.... See what I mean? SO much fun! It is very hard for me to believe that today begins the last year of Trey's teens. (Well, technically, he has just completed his last "teen" year because tomorrow he'll start his 20th year of life, but....whatever....) Anyway......... Seriously, as corny as it may sound (not to mention super-trite), it really DOES seem like we just brought him home to our little pink house on Myrtle Street a few years ago! I'm doing the best I can with this whole "roomy nest" thing, but really? I mean, REALLY??!! <heavy sigh> Yes, I guess the answer to that silly question is....Um....Yeah....really. So, today, instead of wallowing in my "I miss my Baby Bird" pity party, I'm choosing to celebrate the day I BIRTHED this incredible young man! Trey, as I look back at 19 years of your life, I want you to know that I am SO incredibly proud of you, and immensely honored to be your Mama! I don't care how old you get (or how feeble my mind becomes), "as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be!" Happy Birthday, my sweet Boy!
I love you! ~Mama A few months ago, I wrote a post here on my blog about my Daddy and the incredible story of his life. Here's the link if you missed it: "My Hero is the Strong, Silent Type" If you were fascinated by his story, you'll be just as interested in my Mama's story. I've been told by those closest to me that I'm "just like my Mama," and while it drives me nuts in some ways, I must admit that deep down I really do consider it a wonderful compliment because my Mama is probably the strongest, most courageous woman I have ever known! She has been through so much in her life and has faced every single bit of it head-on........with the strength of a true "Steel Magnolia"! She's turning 70 years old this week, and believe me when I tell you, she is still a force to be reckoned with! Let me explain........... "Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as Mary Louise Gammage was born in the back bedroom of this South Georgia home on February 23, 1944. She was the first-born child to a middle-class school teacher and funeral director. From the pictures I've seen, it's pretty clear that this beautiful baby girl was the apple of her Daddy's eye. Now, as far as I know, Mama was just your average baby girl, hitting milestones right on track...crawling, sitting up, walking, etc. In fact, I would love to know what her first "word" was. I'm betting it was "da-da", but no one ever told me for certain. At any rate, her language acquisition ceased to exist when she was 2 years old because she contracted a case of spinal meningitis that put her very close to death. After a frightful night of high fevers, seizures, and utter confusion, Mama lived, but her hearing was gone. We're not talking "hard of hearing" here. I mean at the age of 2, my Mama was 100% deaf. In 1946, I'm not sure anyone really knew what to do with a deaf child other than send her off to a school that specializes in teaching children with no language, but for Mama's family, "being deaf" simply wasn't an option! She would be "normal"....do normal things.... BE normal.......and for the next 10 or so years, that's exactly what Mama tried her best to do. Determination gives you the resolve to keep going in spite of the roadblocks that lay before you." ~Denis Waitley Mama is the first of four children. The only girl. She was born in '44. Her brothers, Lynn & Elliott, were born in '45 & '46, so these three spent lots of time together. Baby brother Phillip came along a few years later. Mama absolutely ADORES her brothers! Unfortunately, because of language barriers, any real communication between them has been extremely minimal over the years, but the love is there nonetheless. I believe my Grandparents wanted Mama to be "normal" so badly, that they just did their best to pretend she was! When you look at these pictures, you'd never know my Mama's world was completely silent. She has ALWAYS put a "happy face" to the world because that's what was expected. I think she WAS happy in many ways. She was given very elaborate birthday parties, the finest clothes, the neatest toys of the day, but she lived among hearing folks....understanding very little of what was being said or done around her. Because my Grandaddy was in the funeral business, they moved a couple of times in the early years. They lived briefly in Millen and East Point, GA before making their final move to a beautiful place called Cedartown, GA. My Grandaddy owned and operated Gammage Funeral Home, and they all lived upstairs. This is what it looks like now. It's had several renovations, but it's still a family business today, owned and operated by my first-cousin (he's the third generation!) Mama was 5 years old when they settled in Cedartown, and she went to public school from 1st - 8th grades. As an educator, I think it is very important to make sure you understand the situation. Mama could not hear. At all. Period. She "talked," but could not hear her own voice, so she had no concept of loud or soft....high or low...etc. She also had no idea how to pronounce words. She just tried her best to mimmick how it looked when she watched others say things. Over the years, out of sheer necessity, she learned to understand people through their personal gestures and by reading lips (which meant they needed to be facing her). Sometimes, she understood. Many times, she did not, but she just smiled & persevered anyway. There was no "504 plan", no IEP, no one-on-one special education class, interventions or strategies. She just went to school and did her best. It's all she knew. "You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along." ~Eleanor Roosevelt In 1958, Mama completed 8th grade. Up until this point, she had had one teacher per year, so she tells me it was bearable. She always sat in the front to be able to see the teacher's lips easier. She'd get used to the teacher. The teacher would get used to her. However, 9th grade meant "high school" and changing classes and lots of teachers. Sadly, there was resistance to having to "put up with" a deaf kid in class from some of the teachers at the high school, so another plan would have to be worked out. It was decided she would go and be a resident at the Ft. Lauderdale Oral School in Florida. Children from all over America were sent to this school. At that particular time, Mama was the only student from Georgia. Each student had hearing aids (absolutely useless to Mama), and were instructed on how to communicate orally. Communication via hand gestures of any kind was strictly forbidden. Candles were held in front of mouths. Certain sounds should blow out the candle....other sounds should leave the flame intact. I'm not exactly sure what the consequences were for creating the wrong sounds or using your hands to communicate, but I know Mama has very bad memories of this place. At the end of that first year, she came home and made it clear to her parents that she would NOT be going back. "A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water." ~Eleanor Roosevelt That same summer, back in Cedartown, Mama's hearing friend, Cathy, invited her to go swimming with her at this beautiful Spring a few miles up the road. Sure, Mama said. Why not? While they were swimming and sunbathing, Mama noticed this gorgeous "place" right across the street and asked her friend about it. If Mama understood Cathy correctly, it was a place where kids who couldn't hear went to learn.....people just like Mama....and they even had their own language! They used their hands to talk to each other! (I swear, I have heard this story a thousand times and I STILL cry every time I get to this part! It just brings me SO many mixed emotions each and every time!) Get this..... 11 1/2 miles from Mama's home, was this incredible place....... ....it had been right here......the whole time! The Georgia School for the Deaf in Cave Springs, GA! Now, I don't want to speculate too much here out of respect for my Grandparents. I'd give anything if I could talk to them now as an adult and find out why they kept Mama away from this place for all those years. Maybe they just couldn't bear the thought of sending their little girl away to live somewhere else. (I know I'd have an extremely difficult time doing such a thing!) Or maybe they just didn't think a deaf person could really hope for much of a future out in the real world, and therefore they wanted to help her be as "hearing" as possible. I guess I'll never know for sure, but I KNOW with great certainty that THIS was God's Plan for my Mama, because once she found this place..............truly a "Heaven on Earth" for her.............everything changed for Mama! "If you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to Well, needless to say, Mama could not wait to get back home and tell her parents about this place.....where there were more people.......LOTS of people.......just like her! Seeing no other alternatives, they agreed to let her attend GSD, but only on a commuting status the first year. Mama jumped at the opportunity, and just absolutely blossomed! At the age of 15, Mama finally had a genuine smile on her face. She met plenty of deaf teens and got involved right away. She was a member of the basketball, track and softball teams. She participated in One Act Plays. She also learned American Sign Language and was finally able to fully express herself. (By the way, no one in her family ever learned ASL to be able to communicate with her in HER language.) Her teachers & classmates truly became her family. After that first year, she begged her parents to allow her to be a resident at the school and they allowed that as well. Take a look at her new life...... I believe the most important thing she did at the Georgia School for the Deaf was meeting a handsome young man named Kerry Thomas in 1961. He'd been on this campus for 14 years (as opposed to her 2 years), but the two had an undeniable attraction to each other. As I said earlier, Daddy's story is quite different from Mama's, and yet just as fascinating! The link to his story is at the top of this post. They were predestined by our God to be together. The explanation is just that simple. Mama graduated from GSD in May of 1966 and the two married on July 9 of that same year. I wish I had a wedding picture to show you, but I don't because they eloped. They went over to Aiken, SC (because according to them "you didn't have to wait as long as in GA for a marriage license and there wasn't a bloodtest!") However, Mama has always told me that she married in the same dress she graduated in...a pretty white dress with a pink ribbon tied at the waist. I was so excited to find a picture that I think may be the famous graduation/wedding dress! :) Mama & Daddy started their married life in Augusta, GA. Living an independent life was extremely important to them. Mama worked at C & S Bank as a proof reader and Daddy was a type setter at a printing press company. Then, in March of 1968, they had a a baby (that would be me)...a hearing one! (which really shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone since neither of them were deaf due to genetics, but rather to external circumstances, but I think folks were concerned.) :) There were several moves over the next few years.....Augusta to Cedartown to Chamblee, and then finally, in 1970, the three of us moved one more time to a little town called Sylvester, GA and lived most of my childhood in a house right next-door to the very house Mama was born in 26 years earlier. Mama had several jobs over the years including bookkeeping at our local hospital, floral design at a family-owned florist, and finally as a keypunch inventory operator at the US Marine Corps Logistics Base in Albany, GA where she worked diligently for the next 29 1/2 years. Throughout the '70s, '80s & '90s, Mama worked hard for her family and was also very dedicated to her church and our God. She and Daddy attended Byne Memorial Baptist Church where there was a significant deaf ministry. Mama was an active member of WMU, taught her Sunday School class, and helped organize the monthly newsletter for the deaf. She was also an active member of the GAD (Georgia Association of the Deaf) and was the Director of the Miss Deaf Georgia Pageant for two terms. In July 1979, she became a Mama for the second time as we welcomed my baby sister into the world! Yes, she can hear, too (in case you're wondering). :) Well, our family rocked on quite well for a decade or so....just doing the normal family stuff. Then, a significant event happened in February 1993, and nothing about our family was ever the same. Daddy had a major brainstem stroke, and it ravaged his body. Mama would now have to draw from an even deeper strength than she had ever tapped into before. "I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong." ~Audrey Hepburn Mama continued to work at the Marine Base as long as she could during the day, and came home and took care of Daddy every night. Daddy is a very big man, and became pretty much dead weight from the severe paralysis. Again, you can read all about Daddy's specific physical struggles on the other post, but suffice it to say that the last 20 years have NOT been easy for Mama & Daddy! In 2006, Mama decided it was time to retire from her job and give Daddy her complete attention. I wasn't able to attend her retirement luncheon, but when I read the accomplishments that are listed on the program above, I was very impressed and extremely proud of her hard work! In 2011, Daddy had a second round of smaller but still very serious strokes. My sister and I decided it was time to pack our parents up and move them closer to one of us. So, we packed up 45 years worth of independent life and moved them to North Georgia. They now live right here in the same town with me, and I see them several times a week. I have watched Mama continue to dedicate her life to my Daddy. The love those two share is absolutely amazing. It's so incredibly strong and such a wonderful example of what "for better or worse....in sickness and in health" really means. So, there you have it. The life of Mary Louise Gammage Thomas thus far. My beautiful Mama. (Seriously, don't you think she's a gorgeous woman?) She's a devoted wife, a mother of two, a grandmother of three, and I hope this post has in some small way given you a picture of how immensely proud I am of her and all she has accomplished in her life. If you've read all the way down to this point, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Yes, it's a long story, but, like my Daddy's, it's real....and inspiring.....and definitely worth the time it took for me to write it! Even with everything my Mama has been through in her life, I have NEVER, not once, seen fear or hopelessness in her (other than when we almost lost Daddy in 1993). She is such a strong Christian woman with an immense faith in our God. She simply will NOT give up......ever! Like I said, she's a force to be reckoned with! She is clothed in strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. ~Proverbs 31:25 So, here's the question.....is there a "Steel Magnolia" in your life? Do you have the opportunity to tell her how important she is to you? If your answers are "yes"...and "yes", I encourage you to let her know! None of us are promised tomorrow, so make the most of today! So with that said, Mama, I want you to know that I am awed by you! You have lived an incredible life and are an amazing example of the kind of woman I strive to be....selfless, strong, and full of courage. I thank you for giving me life and taking such incredible care of Daddy! I wish you the happiest of birthdays this year and many more to come! I love you, Mama! Until next time, ~Dot UPDATE- Mama's soulmate entered Heaven's Gates on April 12, 2016, but HER story doesn't end there. My sister and I promised our Daddy that we would love Mama and take care of her the same way she loved and took care of him, and we intend to do so for all her birthdays to come! We love you, Mama! You are truly our inspiration! There is such a special sweetness in being able to participate in creation. ~Pamela S. Nadav As a Mama, I feel like I have three BIRTH-days every year...of course, my own, but, the older I get, I consider the days my children came into this world as milestones for me as well! I mean, come on, fellow Mamas out there, who remembers the day better...you or your new bundle of joy?? I daresay that whatever your experience was, YOU recall MUCH more of that special BIRTH-day than that sweet baby did! So, here's to all us Mamas in the world, and, today, I'm celebrating one of my very special BIRTH-days! The arrival our precious baby girl! Sorry. I know this picture is a bit graphic, but I absolutely LOVE this shot! On this date twenty-two years ago, I was strapped down (literally!) to an operating table (C-section), so I didn't get to hold her until much later on in the morning. They brought her around the curtain to let me see her, and this is my very first look. Chelsea's fist is under her chin, already showing that strong "This is how I roll" attitude! (No, I didn't take this picture...neither did my husband! He was a bit shaky himself!) I'll never forget the moment that I was finally able to hold her! (I had to be able to feel that pin they kept pricking my lower extremities with before they would take me back to my room, and that took forever! Ugh!!) Anyway, I looked at her, and in a very regular "adult voice" (I've never talked "baby talk" to our children), I said "Hey, Chelsea!" She looked straight into my eyes (and right on into my soul) and the look she gave me said "Okay, I'm here....now what?" Well, we've eaten a lot of cake over the years, and done plenty of celebrating, but admittedly, not every day has been one that we've felt like partying. Very recently, I have witnessed firsthand the amazing strength, courage, and determination within our daughter, and I am immensely proud of her! I can't wait to see how her life is going to continue to unfold in her 20s......30s......and beyond! So, today, we raise our mini-cupcakes in honor of another year of life for our sweet Chelsea. Chelsea, if I could remind you of one thing on this 22nd birthday of yours, it's these very famous words of Aibileen Clark (from "The Help"): "You is kind. You is smart. You IS important." I don't care how old you get (or how feeble my mind becomes), "as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be!" Happy Birthday, my Girl!
I love you! ~Mama "Family is the most important thing in the world." ~Princess Diana So, we made it through Christmas holidays, and just like that, our nest is...ahem..."roomy" again. (If you're joining me here for the first time, let me bring you up to speed...I simply cannot discuss the idea of an "empty nest", so I prefer to embrace the term "roomy nest".) Even though there were some seriously emotional times to sort through over the holidays, we WERE able to enjoy our time together under one roof for a few days and for this I am extremely thankful. Toward the end of our time together before one of the birds flew back out of the nest, I got really sentimental and, sure, okay, maybe a bit sappy. The point is, I decided I wanted a picture of the four of us together in the same place at the same time before my babies left us again. I'm a big fan of "then & now" side-by-sides, depicting the passing of time, so I decided I wanted to re-do a picture of us that was taken on our back porch right after we moved into our house in 2003. So, my family humored me and allowed it to happen. Take a look.... Really cool, huh? Yeah. I think so, too. That's the same chair, too, so it really IS a true picture of how much our son has grown over the years. Our daughter, on the other hand, made the discovery that she really hasn't gotten any taller since she was 11. Bless her heart! :) "Family is not an important thing. It's everything." I don't know about you, but I get VERY sentimental when I start thinking about how much my baby birds have grown and changed over the years...especially when I start pulling out the photo albums! So, without further ado....I'd like to invite you to pull up a chair and see the transformation of my family over the last 20+ years. I think you'll agree that our children aren't the only ones who have "evolved" over the years! (Click on the big picture to start the slideshow!) Here's the bottom line.....this Mama Bird LOVES her nest! Sure, the nest has changed a little...okay...a lot....over the last 6 months, but these three people are everything to me! They have brought much joy into my life, and I love every moment I am blessed to spend with them! I'm already looking forward to seeing them on their turf very soon and hearing all about the latest news in their lives! Happy 2014 from our nest to yours!
~Dot "Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind." ~Mary Ellen Chase It's no secret. Christmas is here. Let's be honest. It's been here since they put the Halloween candy away at WalMart. I used to love the Christmas season. As a child, it was simply a magical time of year for me. However, I have to be honest. It's no longer "the warmest time of the year" for me. I'm not sure exactly when it changed in my heart, but well, it has. Now don't get me wrong! I am a Christian woman.....VERY strong in my faith, and I thank my God DAILY for sending His Son to pay the ultimate price for my sins. So, in that regard, I guess you could say I celebrate Christmas every...single...day of my life. (We couldn't have Easter without Christmas!) He IS my Savior...and without question my Hope! It's the "other stuff" associated with Christmas that really makes me stop and try to make sense of it all. So, as I was trying my best to be festive over the last few days and get our house in some semblance of "holly jolliness" before family arrives soon, God (in His always right-on-time Wisdom) talked to me as I was decorating our living room....specifically, our mantle....and our tree. "It's true, Christmas can feel like a lot of work, particularly for mothers. But when you look back on all the Christmases in your life, you'll find you've created family traditions and lasting memories. Those memories, good and bad, are really what help to keep a family together over the long haul." We've never had a "gorgeous, Southern Living" tree. By that, I mean, the ornaments haven't all been "uniform" nor matching. No real "color scheme" or theme to speak of. Our tree has evolved over the years of our marriage. It is truly a potpourri of ornaments we have acquired over time.....some mark specific milestones in the life of our family, like these... Others have sentimental meaning, like these.... ......and then of course, there are ones like this that make me cry every single year when I unwrap them as I am instantly transported to that magical time in my life all over again! Well, as I hung each ornament on our tree the other day, God said(so clearly it was almost audible!), "Look at this! You have a rich, full life, Dot. I have given you SO many blessings! Every year new, additional ornaments are hung on the tree. What does that tell you? I'm not done with your tree, Dot. I have big plans for your family. There are more 'ornaments' on the way! Do you trust Me?" My response: "Yes Lord, but here's the deal...." "......God, you know I love my children more than anything in this world! I would do anything....ANYTHING..... to protect them. I know they aren't babies sitting on Santa's knee anymore, but I'm still their Mama! Now, I know none of this comes as a surprise to you, God, but lately, there are people....self-professed Christians.... who have hurt my children! It's not fair, God! Christmas is a time for Christians to celebrate, yes, but also to be reminded of what we are all about ---- love. The Love of Jesus. Unconditional, sacrificial love. It's difficult to sing about "chestnuts roasting on an open fire" right now when my children have been hurt....deeply! Help me understand, God, please!" Well, there wasn't any big clap of thunder or a chorus of angels if that's what you're waiting to hear. In fact, I didn't hear anything right then at all. I thought perhaps I had stumped God. Ha! Silly me! "I don't think Christmas is necessarily about things. It's about being good to one another, it's about the Christian ethic, it's about kindness." You see, I keep thinking about the Golden Rule. You know how it goes, right? "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." I have also thought of it this way lately...."Do unto my children as you would have me do unto yours!" Sadly, the ADULTS that are involved are, at times, more of a battle than their children! The problem is this....I love the people my children bring into our lives. I embrace our differences. I welcome them with open arms. It's just my nature. It's how I was raised. I believe that's what God wants us to do, so I just continue to do that. I am praying diligently for God to change my heart and take away the bitterness that's starting to set up shop in there. I don't like it. It's toxic and totally counterproductive to peace and joy. Guess what? Good news! Turns out, my children are bouncing back, and it's God's Doing. I know it is. That's the only explanation. Our son? Well, he's moved on....focused on what brings him joy. He is such a positive soul, and he simply refuses to succumb to anything that has negative energy. I am constantly learning things simply by observing his actions. He brings me abundant joy every single day! Our daughter? Now, that's definitely a harder mountain to climb, but she's doing it! Folks have come out of the woodwork to show her (and us!) how much they love and respect her these last several days. The hurt is very deep and has caused much unnecessary pain that won't be gotten over in a day or two, but she WILL make it and she'll be stronger than ever! Of this, I am certain. I am SO very proud of her for continuing to draw on her own faith to get her through this dark and uncertain time. She truly is an inspiration to me! I am awed by her strength and courage! So, you see, even though there are some very fresh wounds in our home this Christmas, I'm digging DEEP to make it a "merry" one. We are going to do our very best to take a step back one holiday on the calendar........to Thanksgiving......when we placed emphasis on being truly thankful for our blessings. Thank you, God, for reminding me that You're still working on my Christmas tree. Yes, I DO trust You! You promised me in Jeremiah 29:11, and I'm continuing to claim that promise, not only for me, but for my precious children as well! "I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year." ~Charles Dickens So, what about you? Are you focused on a Merry Christmas? I hope so, but can I make a suggestion? Make sure it's not about the "stuff." Focus on the "ornaments" in YOUR life. Thank God for those blessings, and draw strength and hope from them. Most importantly, thank Him for the greatest gift He could ever possibly give us, His Son--our Savior, the Prince of Peace! Merry Christmas from our home to yours, ~Dot I had a revelation recently. Why do we wait until the people we love have left this earth before we honor them with kind words of respect and a timeline of their life events? Seriously. Have you ever thought about that? Too often, we hear "I didn't know he did that! He could have taught me more about it." or "Wow! I wish I had known she was a part of that! I would love to have heard about it from her own memories" , but unfortunately we usually hear (or say) these words as people are leaving a memorial service. Well, that revelation of mine happened last weekend. No, we didn't attend a memorial service. We were celebrating my Daddy's birthday..... 72 years of a remarkable life! As I was looking over the pictures I took of him, ready to make my annual Facebook post, it occurred to me........ People need to know my Daddy and his incredible life story! So, with that in mind, let me tell you about my Hero. He's truly the "strong, silent type." Let me explain............ "A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles." ~Christopher Reeve Kerry R. Thomas was born in a small South Georgia town on October 5, 1941. He was the third of seven children born to a hard-working, rural couple. Due to a case of German Measles during pregnancy, my Daddy was born totally deaf and with limited vision in his left eye. In his early years, he lived on the family farm and his family communicated with him using "home signs". In 1947, when my Daddy was 6 years old, he was sent about 300 miles away across the state to a special school for deaf children. There was no such thing as "mainstreaming" back then, so this was the only option for my grandparents to be sure my Daddy could get an education. While I understand this in my head, my heart aches every time I think about it. As a mother, I cannot imagine sending my son away totally alone at such a young age! Daddy stayed at that school until he was 21 years old. He only came home (riding the train alone to and from) for two weeks at Christmas and the three months of summer vacation each year. Other than that, he lived at school with other deaf children and teenagers, and without question, they became his family. He had learned a language that he could use to express himself fully. This was a language no one knew back home (other than the letters of the alphabet). My Daddy did a lot of great things while he was at the Georgia School for the Deaf in Cave Springs. Take a look at a few of them..... I believe the most important thing he did at the Georgia School for the Deaf was meeting a pretty young girl named Mary Louise Gammage in 1961. She'd only been on campus for two years (as opposed to his 14 years), but the two had an undeniable attraction to each other. (By the way, you definitely need to hear my Mama's story too! Here's the link: "A Steel Magnolia Hits 70") Daddy graduated in 1963, and leaving Mary Louise behind at school, he moved to Brunswick, GA to start his first job. Keep in mind that he is a deaf man who only communicates via American Sign Language living in a place where no one spoke his language. He lived in a room at a boarding house and worked at a commercial printing company setting the type to be run through a printing press. He transferred to the same type of job in Augusta, GA only 2 months later and worked there for 4 1/2 years. Mary Louise graduated from GSD in May of 1966 and the two married on July 9, 1966. I wish I had a wedding picture to show you, but I don't because they eloped. They went over to Aiken, SC (because according to them "you didn't have to wait as long as in Georgia for a marriage license AND there wasn't a bloodtest!") In March of 1968, they had a baby (that would be me).....a hearing one! (which really shouldn't have been a surprise since neither of them were deaf due to genetics, but rather to external circumstances, but I think folks were concerned.) :) There were several moves over the next several years...Augusta to Cedartown to Chamblee (where Daddy got a job as a mail clerk, sorting the mail for the US Postal Service). In 1970, the three of us moved one more time....to a little town called Sylvester, GA. Daddy transferred to Albany's main USPS office and he worked that job......diligently, day in and day out on 2nd & 3rd Shifts......for the next 22 years! Throughout the '70s & '80s, Daddy worked hard for his family and was also very dedicated to his church and our God. He and Mama attended Byne Memorial Baptist Church where there was a significant deaf ministry. He taught Sunday School classes to deaf people. I am so proud to say that my Daddy was the first deaf man ever ordained to be a Deacon in that church! In fact, he was the second deaf man in the state of Georgia to ever be an ordained Deacon! He served as President of the Georgia Baptist Convention of the Deaf for one term. He also served as the President of the 3rd Chapter of the GAD (Georgia Association of the Deaf). In July of 1979, he became a Daddy for the second time as we welcomed my baby sister into the world! Yes, she can hear, too (in case you're wondering). :) Well, our family of four rocked on quite well for a decade or so....just doing the normal family stuff. In fact, in the fall of 1992, the USPS offered Daddy an early retirement option, and at the ripe old age of 50, he took it. He had plans....big plans. He was going to draw his pension and still find something small to do on the side....perhaps something with his hands like weaving cane-back/bottom chairs or landscaping. (He loved growing roses!) However, in just 6 short months (February of 1993), my Daddy's world was turned upside down. "Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an Daddy had a massive brain stem stroke. It was totally unexpected, and it ravaged his body! He lost all control of the right side of his body. (He's right-handed!) He could no longer use his right hand/arm at all. (His only form of communication is sign language! BOTH hands are important!) He couldn't walk. He couldn't swallow. The left side of his face was out of his control. (His left eye that never was great before was now basically useless.) He had to be fed through a tube coming out of his abdomen. It. Was. Devastating. I remember those 18 weeks of uncertainty as if they were just yesterday. We didn't know from day to day if he would survive. However, what I didn't know as a child became clear to me as an adult..... my Daddy was a fighter! In 1994, at his request, we found a surgeon who was willing to do a tracheotomy on Daddy. This was in an effort to allow him to eat by mouth again without aspirating. It meant that his voicebox would be permanently removed. He wanted it done and we wanted to honor his wish. So, now, my Dad is literally mute. He never really used his voice to communicate..... never had any formal training in oral language, but he used to call for me in the house or outside when I was growing up. It sounded like this..."Dah!" , but I knew it was him...needing me. I no longer get to hear "Dah" anymore and wow do I miss it, but my Daddy can eat again, and that makes it all worthwhile! He eats by mouth and breathes by neck only. In most pictures I take of him, he wants me to Photoshop the "hole" in his neck and get it out of the picture and I've done it at his request, but I may start leaving it in. It's definitely a badge of strength in my opinion! "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." ~Helen Keller In 2011, Daddy had a second round of smaller but still very serious strokes. My sister and I decided it was time to pack our parents up and move them closer to one of us. So, we packed up 45 years worth of independent life and moved them to North Georgia. Daddy had to be placed in a nursing home with the hope of being able to rehabilitate him to a point of living at home again with the love of his life. Against all odds, he did just that! I took this picture of him the day I drove him home to be with Mama. See that determination? I told you he's a fighter! Daddy was 70 that Fall and I felt an overwhelming need to celebrate this extraordinary man and his life, so we had not one, but two parties for him in his new backyard. One for family to attend, and one for all of his deaf friends to celebrate. It was a fantastic time of reunion! Last year in May, I had the distinct pleasure of seeing the place my Daddy lived for so many years and met my mama. Wow! It is a time I will NEVER forget. In my 45 years, I have never seen my Daddy so animated, so excited, so full of life as he explained to me with one hand where he slept, where he played basketball & football, where he courted his Love! This place is clearly a place of many happy memories for them both, and I will be forever grateful that I got to see it with them through their eyes. On September 15, 2012, Daddy was inducted into the GSD Hall of Fame. Due to health restrictions, he wasn't able to attend in person, but he sure was happy when he got his plaque in the mail! Just look at that smile! "Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most So, there you have it. The life of Kerry R. Thomas thus far. My Daddy. My Hero! If you've read all the way down to this point, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Yes, it's a long story, but it's real....and inspiring.....and definitely worth the time it took for me to write it! Even with all of the obstacles my Daddy has endured in his life, he STILL praises God and looks for the positives. I watch him choose patience and peace and joy every single day. I am around him for two seconds and I am quickly reminded how most of us have NOTHING to complain about! So, I have to ask... who's YOUR hero? I encourage you to take the time..... right now....today.....to seek them out either by phone or in person and gather up every morsel of their memories before you miss the opportunity! As for me? Yes, I know who my hero is....he's without question the strongest, most courageous man I have ever known and I will cherish him and the legacy he has given me for as long as I draw breath! I love you, Daddy! UPDATE-
Daddy entered Heaven's Gates on April 12, 2016, but his story doesn't end there...in fact, that’s where it gets REALLY good, and I can’t wait to see him again so we can celebrate our Victory in Jesus together for all eternity! “All seasons have something to offer.” According to the calendar, yet another Summer has come and gone. September 22nd marked the official beginning of Fall 2013. I have mixed feelings. Do you? I mean, there are things I love about both seasons! Summer....<deep wistful sigh!>.... As an educator, I have enjoyed "summer vacations" for many, many years. The world around me seems to slow WAY down, and I can really enjoy life, savoring every moment. I'm already mourning the temporary loss of this.... .....and along with that loss, there's no more of this for a while..... ....or these folks hanging around very much..... “I have an affection for those transitional seasons, the way I must say, though, that the heat index in the South can make it tough to endure outside Summer fun for too long, and Fall temps can be a nice relief! So, let's stop all this "I miss Summer" talk, and move on to the beauty of Fall! Here's what I'm looking forward to this Fall: ** Going back to the ol' Alma Mater and seeing friends that I haven't seen face to face in almost 25 years! ** ** High School Football on Friday nights!** ** Saturdays spent tailgating and cheering our DAWGS on to victory "Between the Hedges"! ** ** Maybe even a wedding or two....** :) **...and, most importantly, thanking my God for His beautiful Creation all around us! ** See? Our sweet boy still comes to see us..... even after the pool is covered 'til next Summer! ;) So, there you have it. I'm planning on fully enjoying this new season of ours! How about you? What are you looking forward to? Whatever it is, I hope it brings you much joy! Happy Fall, Y'all!
Until next time.... ~Dot "The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence." ~~Denis Waitly They're gone now. Both of 'em. Just like that. I feel like I JUST took that picture on the left about three or four years ago in our cozy little nest, but...well...I guess not. Now, they are both at college. Our girl is a Senior and our boy is a Freshman! They're both at the same school, which is somewhat of a comfort, but that still makes for a very...well...ahem..."roomy" nest. <heavy sigh!> Here's the deal. When our daughter went to college, it was different at home...no doubt! A little less laundry....one less placemat at the dinner table. We really missed her when it was realized that we'd be providing taxi service for our son again! :) Bottom line, though, was that there was still a very busy family calendar. Activity was still plentiful in our nest. Yes, I missed her, but I was okay. "When mothers talk about the depression of the empty nest, they're not mourning the passing of all those wet towels on the floor, or the music that numbs your teeth, or even the bottle of capless shampoo dribbling down the shower drain. They're upset because they've gone from supervisor of a child's life to a spectator. It's like being the vice president of the United States." ~~Erma Bombeck Now? Wow! Now is a very different story. We've just moved our son to college. In fact, he's been gone exactly one week. Yep. One full week of a very roomy nest here at home. Don't get me wrong! I don't love our son more than our daughter. Also, if you're thinking that I'm dreading sharing the nest with only my hubby for the next 50 or so years, that's not correct either! (He and I are closer than we've ever been!) It's just that I miss being the kind of Mama I've been for the last 21 1/2 years. Sure, I'll always be their Mama, but I'm already realizing that they don't need me like they once did anymore. That's what really breaks my heart more than anything. See, I need for them to need me. I need that really badly! <heavy sigh!> However, life keeps moving. Baby birds grow up. They leave their Mama's (and Daddy's) nest and fly out into the world. They collect pieces of life and eventually they make their own nests. It's how it's supposed to be. However, if I'm to be perfectly honest, I must admit, I'm a bit emotional right now. I'm kind of lost. I'm a tad bit sad. In a way, I feel as if I'm mourning a loss. I mean no disrespect to someone who has literally experienced the loss of a child. I can't even begin to fathom what that must be like. However, I DO feel as if I'm experiencing a loss. I guess it's more like closure on a chapter of my life, and that is something I just can't wrap my mind around just yet. In my mind, this picture is what my nest will always look like. The four of us.....circled up......enjoying each other's company in one place.....at the same time. Maybe, just maybe, my birds will fly back to the nest from time to time. Who knows? They may just bring some new birds into my nest, too! Wouldn't that be interesting? In the meantime, I'm going to embrace our roomy nest. It's NOT "empty".....just....."roomy". Whatever shape your nest is in right now, stretch out and find the joy. That's what I'm going to do. Until next time, ~Dot "If you don't like something, change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it." ~Mary Engelbreit Change. It's something that I'm not always comfortable with, if I'm to be perfectly honest. Now, let me say up front, I'm NOT one of those folks that is vehemently opposed to change. (You know the ones....."We've always done it this way!"...... "If it ain't broke, don't fix it!" Blah! Those folks bring me down big time!) I DO know that change is inevitable in life. However, the closer change happens to me, personally, the harder it is to shift gears and just accept it without a bit of an internal .......what's the word?......"struggle?"....... "fight?"....... maybe it's "meltdown." Anyway, bottom line......change is here, up close and very personal, in my life right now. Change is happening at home. Change is happening in my extended family circumstances. Change is happening in my church. Change is definitely happening at my workplace. "Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it." ~Kahlil Gibran Here's the best news of all about change for me. (Well, I think it's good news....others may have a different opinion about this.) I, too, am changing! Yep. It's true! See, here's the thing. Those that know me well enough know that I can handle change....as long as I can control the circumstances. Hello! My name is Dot, and I'm a control freak. There. I said it. I have an innate NEED to control things (and yes, I'll admit it, people too!). Frankly, it's a trait that I've viewed as a curse from time to time throughout my life. I want ......no I NEED to fix things. Things need to run smoothly in life, and in my little mind, I think I'm the only one who can make that happen, not only for myself, but also for all the other folks in my life. Again, these folks are family members, friends, and even co-workers! It's enough to take me to places mentally and emotionally that aren't good places for me to be hanging out! I've prayed diligently for my God to give me a peace about this very thing, and I think He's giving me this new perspective now. I truly believe I'm finally changing in this area! This is big for me.....really BIG! "Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control of what you do have power over instead of craving control over what you don't." ~Steve Maraboli If you're still with me, and you've read all the way to this point in the post, you may be thinking...."How corny!" or "Dot's clearly losing her marbles......one quote at a time." I don't blame you for having this opinion of me. I, too, think it at times, but I'm actually feeling pretty good today......right now....at this very moment. Change is happening, and I'm rolling with it! Take a look at this picture again: I almost trashed this picture. It was one I took just to get my lighting figured out on a cloudy day out by the pool. I mean, look at it. It's the backside of the flower. You can't even see the "pretty bloom" that was super large that particular day. However, the more I looked at this shot, the more I liked it better than any I took from the front. I can't explain it other than to say I see beauty here, too, and I wanted to honor that beauty and thank God for giving me this lesson in perspective. I'm looking at things differently these days, and I gotta tell you......I'm LOVING what I see! "If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change!" ~Dr. Wayne Dyer It's all about perspective! How are you perceiving your life today? I hope you see beauty, peace, and joy!
Until next time, ~Dot "Better to do something imperfectly than to do nothing flawlessly." ~Robert Schuller See that quote? It was the Real Simple "Daily Thought" sent to my inbox a couple of days ago. I've given it a lot of thought, and decided that there's a lot of truth to it. Don't you agree? See, here's the deal. I LOVE taking pictures! I have taken thousands and thousands of pictures over the years. As my interest in photography grew, I started soaking up as much information as I could about the craft. Taking classes (in real life and online), subscribing to blogs, and, well, practicing what I learned....over and over and over! When I upload a set of pictures, I always feel a sense of excitement, hoping that at least ONE of the 276 images I took (in a 15 minute period!) turns out okay. Most times, I can gather enough from a shoot to make a fairly decent album. Then, I usually hit a snag.... "Comparison is the thief of joy." ~Theodore Roosevelt I tend to look at my pictures and immediately compare them to those taken by other people. Mine aren't as crystal clear...mine aren't as richly colored....mine don't evoke that gasp of deep appreciation....well, you get the idea. I'm without question my own worst critic. (That goes for all areas of my life...not just photography, by the way.) So, my quest for that "Wow Factor" continues. In my most recent online class, something FINALLY clicked and for the first time in my life, I am shooting in 100% Manual Mode! For the very talented/knowledgeable photographers in my area that may be reading this, I realize that this is nothing so extraordinary. However, for someone like me who has until now depended on the presets on my DSLR camera (...you know..."portrait mode"..."running man mode", etc.), this is a BIG deal! I feel the need to give the guys over at shootflyshoot.com a big ol' shoutout for their very clear explanation of shooting in manual. Thank you, Kevin & Josh!! Seriously, you guys are awesome! :) So, here's a picture I took last week...in manual mode! :) It is truly SOOC, meaning "Straight Out Of Camera" with no editing done to it at all. Even though I think it's pretty darn good, I immediately start telling myself that it could be better. I used to think editing a picture was "cheating", but I'm learning that most ALL photographers edit their images in one way or another. So, I no longer view it as cheating, but, rather, "enhancing" my images. I use PSE10 (Photoshop Elements) and PicMonkey. I like both for different reasons. Anyway, here's the same image after a "Clean Edit".... See what I mean? It truly is simply "enhanced" ....very subtle changes, but more pleasing to my eye. The colors are just a touch sharper. There is a touch more light. I have found that my images don't need as much editing if they are shot in Manual Mode. Kinda weird! I would think that the camera presets would be best, but it seems that perhaps the camera doesn't always know what's best after all. Anyway, so I could stop here and be perfectly content, but.....aw, heck...who am I kidding??! I'm ready to try something else with my pictures, so....these days, I've become obsessed with textures! I have seen blogs that texturize every single picture they edit. I'm not sure I'll be texturizing pictures of people anytime soon, but I DO like the effect on my nature pictures. So, with that said, take a look at my latest texture experiment... This image makes me happy! Isn't it pretty? It's kinda' "artsy-looking." :) I should be good now, right? Well........, I am venturing into a part of the editing world that I know very little about. I am already worrying that someone will see this and immediately spot the imperfections in my latest interest, but I'm trying to keep those feelings under control. I'm mean, after all.... "Don't compare your beginning to someone else's middle." ~Jon Acuff So, am I "flawless"?? Hardly! Trust me, "imperfections" abound, but I'm learning to be kinder to myself. I'm trying my very best to see the good in my efforts and appreciate my journey for what it is... a journey...not a finish line! I hope you're finding joy in your journey, too!
Until next time, ~Dot P.S. I've posted a few more of my Texture experiments on my Photography page if you're interested. |
AuthorHi! I'm Dot. I refuse to succumb to the "empty nest syndrome"! So, this is my journal.....my photo album.....my attempt to enjoy the next chapter of my life as it unfolds. Welcome to The Roomy Nest! Archives
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