Not long ago, I received a ballot in the mail that had a deadline of 1/31/12 and I stuck it in the drawer without thinking much about it.  Yesterday, I was reminded by a coworker that we had an election to vote for a representative.  Considering the wars that have been fought in this country, the lives lost, the voices screamed to allow women to vote, and in considering that in other countries, people literally dodge bullets turning in their ballots (remember the images of Iraqi women with purple ink staining their fingertips, indicating they voted), I have to vote.  Even if you think your voice can’t be heard through a single ballot, enough people have stood up, cried out, and fought for you to have the right to vote.

There is a time when it’s okay with me that the sky is crying.  For example, Sunday afternoon, when I can curl up in a blanket on the couch with my cat on my lap.

Sometimes it takes hearing inspiration to feel it, so after listening to delightful banjo music last night at the Josh White/Josh Garrels concert, I dusted off my own round instrument and determined to relearn where I left off years ago.  However, the banjo is really a backup instrument, so I need a band!

I sit here for awhile with my fingers over the keyboard, thinking of ways to describe the experience depicted in the following photo.  When one feels beauty deep down within the soul, it is difficult to even want to put words to it.  Thank you, Josh Garrels and friends, for a lovely evening of music!

When one considers the clouds and how they mute the radiance of the sunlight, a moment of glorious peace envelops when the rays issue through the winter-tarnished windowpanes.

It’s a classic movie! “Here is a legendary adventure, expertly produced, a triumph of ‘cinemagic’…” –Motion Picture Herald.  I haven’t watched this movie since I was very young– gotta love old movies!

I have a new rule about computer usage during the week: Computer shuts off at 9pm.  This being said, if I don’t post a photo of the day, it is because I missed the cut off.  Meh… tonight’s an exception so I could say this.  Proof I should not be typing this right now:

Day 22? What happened to days 1-21?  In the midst of making some positive changes in my life, I’m “upgrading” my photography blog from one site to another.  It will take some figuring out, however, it will all make sense soon.  So yes, this is Day 22.

When I was young, my mom made popcorn out of the old air popper with good ol’ Orville Redenbacher’s white kernels.  Tonight, I continue the tradition on the stove, adding some Rice Chex, sugar, salt, and cinnamon.  Duncan loves the mix and really never wants to share.

Eating.