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About Me:: I am an artist that is passionate about photography and painting in watercolor. I love to travel and see the world experienceing all that I can in this short life we live. I love meeting new people and I genuinely care about my friends. God is a major part of my life and I admire his creations large and small. Painting and photography are a small way that I can even hope to mimic his greatness. I consider myself to be visual and sentimental with no plan in progress. Life happens to everyone and what we can take away from it can make or break us. I like fairness and honesty and all the beauty that this world has to offer. I often turn my head so as not to see the ugly and sad in this world because it upsets me so much, all the while I am very aware that it is there. Be still and know that God is listening and watching as he knows the numbers of hairs on your head. I love life;)

At 7:53am on November 23, 2011, Daddieo said…: Boy, was I glad to hear from you! Although the part about the pain totally stinks...it, too, will soon be a memory only! I know full well the shackles that are upon you at this time of the year with all the holidays and boat loads of discomfort screaming at you to relax and not extend yourself...well, listen to the pain. Chill out, take a pill and give your body time and the rest it needs...it goes quicker and surer that way!

Here is what we were greeted with at daybreak today! Started last night while I was canning 11 pints of my strapple sauce (strawberry spiked applesauce with tapioca) and baking two maple pumpkin pies...just the turkey and maple-roasted apple sweetpotatoes to throw together for today. Big family get together at Mom's tomorrow, totally last minute! Brothers and sisters coming in from all over (eight of them!).

I'll be staying in touch, Freda...Happy Thanksgiving, sweetie!

At 7:43am on October 26, 2011, Daddieo said…: When the water has been arriving on a frequent and steady basis, as is for sure the year slowing down in understatement, there is a little spot back behind my home that is a private waterfall and sanctuary. What wildlife I cannot urge to visit my house remain here, and even regular visitors at home can be cheerful and friendly when they recognize my trusted face and hear my voice, and they come and join me for my brief refreshing of my soul and quieting of my mind and heart...in THEIR home. I am accepted because I have done them no harm, and have befriended them, and fed them, and protected them when they wandered closer to where I live.

It is a fact that these creatures of Nature, the birds and furry mammals, know me, and OF me, and they reward my attempts at reaching out to them with trust...and contact...and song and play when we are together. These are things I have come to know.

I think maybe you, too, are a child of the woods. When you are recovering after your surgery and can get out a bit...as soon as some of the stiffness and soreness relent ...make sure you go to YOUR woods, and just sit if you can, and let go of what aches or troubles you, and let the peace of your surroundings fill you. All is as it should be, and you will soon be back to your routine and schedule and filled with the knowledge that you are once again whole in your world. "Try it...you'll like it!"

Just saying "hi", Freda!

At 5:26pm on October 14, 2011, Daddieo said…: A bit gloomy I know...it seems to be a trending thing these days. Some sort of giving in to hopelessness, and loneliness , and loss of all self-worth. Not despair...just abundant heartache...I think...

I am spending more time, like the "old" days, of wandering our Earth...camera in hand, open eyes and open heart trying to find a new balance. I should never have come out of hiding. Never. I wonder often if it is possible to have relationships with anyone without the recognition...oh, forget it.

Autumn is upon us...the harvest, despite a horrendous year of calamity after devastation (6 floods!! of 100-year proportion!!) is plentiful, is not a bit scattered in offerings. My canning beckons mightily..the air is crisp, the leaves too wet to crinkle and crunch. It heals my spaces with calm, and some sort of peace.

I am awaiting your surgery with you, Freda. It will be far less significant than you think...I speak from experience of death-defying acts on many occasions. I don't mean to trivialize it, or the discomfort and inconvenience that will surely follow...it's all more or less a fact of Life in many ways, and I will help you with the burdens while they exist if you will please allow me? I even have several good jokes all lined up...