I have seen a few doctors offices over the past few months. Hopefully today’s surgery will reduce if not eliminate them. Anyway, I’ll probably be offline for a few days…
I just had to shoot this image. There is no theme or real story but I liked the scene. As I walked towards these guys I saw the starburst reflection in the window and knew this was what I wanted. As a bonus I got the second starburst. Happy photographer for a short period of time.
I have all my appointments setup for surgery and the followup stuff. They have a computer system setup for patients to see what all is going on with medications, appointments, surgery and test results. I created an account this morning. Quite impressed as it has it all. It shows all my doctor appointments, my ER visit and what they did, my upcoming surgery and the surgeons who will be assisting. I’m impressed. I couldn’t see where they had my banking account number but suspect they have it. 🙂
I have been absent from the internet for over a week as I finish working on some health issues. I’ve struggled with BPH for 20 years and things are now coming to a head. Spent an evening in ER last weekend and am now walking around with a catheter until RALSP surgery which I will have in two weeks from today. Hopefully this will improve the quality of my life.
Life is always changing and I think these two images present nature creating new art eac second. It never ends!
“We can no longer hear the voice of the rivers, the mountains, or the sea. The trees and meadows are no longer intimate modes of spirit presence. The world about us has become an ‘it’ rather than a ‘thou.’” Thomas Berry
“Art is a personal gift that changes the recipient. The medium doesn’t matter. The intent does. Art is a personal act of courage, something one human does that creates change in another.” Seth Godin,
I have hand written, in cursive, a few letters over the past couple of months. As I wrote, I had memories of days as a youth reading letters from grandmothers. They were so enjoyable to read, filled with simple news and lots of misspelled words. I could hold them, reread them again and again.
Wives, mothers and lovers depended on letters to keep connected to those serving during wartime, making sure anyone on foreign soil knew they were loved. Some still have those cherished letters.
There’s a common belief that peace is the absence of struggle. But peace demands its own sacrifices. Are we who work for it willing to engage with as much fervor as those who fight wars do?
Anyway, this Memorial day I have reflected on the importance of those letters, those who served and those who kept in touch.