Reflections at the halfway mark.......

So, isn’t time a funny thing.

When we’re young, time drags........we’re never quite old enough

to do the things we long for, the independence, the adventure, 

not having to live with our folks anymore.  

Childhood and youth chafe us with

restrictions and lack of privilege.  So we think, eh?

And suddenly, you become 63.  Well, that’s what seems to have happened to me.

Wait a minute.  Time is no longer dragging......it’s racing.  

My tush is no longer racing, now it’s dragging.  A bit.  Not a lot, just enough to notice.     
 For all the years I couldn’t wait to get out of my parents’ home, now I would give my eye teeth to sit with them again, ask a million questions I didn’t know to ask when I was young, tell them how I appreciate it all now that I understand. A little.

OK, I’ve been a slow learner...............

Having said these profound things, I’ll admit it all started because I realized it’s been six months since I left O’Connor, and six weeks since we left California.  And six weeks till we're home.

Here we are in Connecticut, after our week in Vermont among the autumn leaves.

The family gathers for The Wedding.  Wait, wasn’t Sarah just born?  How can that little pumpkin be getting married?   That ‘time’ thing again.

So, just for the heck of it, I’m posting some photos of the recent months in our lives, Leslie and I, gardens and bonsai and reflections overall of a heck of a good life these six months.

Mother hummingbird feeding breakfast

Her two babies, which successfully fledged on Day 22 of their lives.

Two other fledging birds in our backyard

Reflections in the new WTC in New York 

Seattle reflections

At the perc pond

Bonsai master, 90 yrs old, demonstrating the art of bonsai,  at the Buddhist Center in Japantown

His hands...........

Santa Cruz water park

On the Santa Cruz boardwalk

Indiana Jones.  Well, no, that would be Renee.  At the Pinnacles.

Yosemite reflections

Confused?

It's Yosemite Falls...........

Resident spider, weaving a web across our pond

Backyard pond, early morning

Pole Cat Creek, Wyoming sunrise

Buffalo, NY sunset

Niagara Falls poses no hazard for our feathered friend here..........

Somewhere in Vermont, Yard art.  Yes, those are bowling balls.

Lehman Caves, Great Basin NP, Nevada

Stalactites forming while we speak........

I wish I knew what settings I used to get this effect of water over the dam at the Salt Creek Access area

This whole trip is one of the items on Leslie's bucket list. She poses here with her bucket!

                             Quite fetching, don't you think.  Fetching......bucket........are you with me?

                                                 You're looking a little pale, but I know you can handle it.

Storm clouds over Wyoming

Grand Tetons, and mah dawg

OK, admit it, these two are too cute together!  Somewhere on the road , hmmm, I think Montana.

Vintage car dealer and repair, Minnesota

Sunset in Theodore Roosevelt NP in North Dakota

When a hawk takes a bird out of a tree in your neighborhood, this is what is left.

Motor, our neighbor's cat, coming to say hi

Buffalo, NY. Hailing. Dog. Bedtime.

Lackawanna, NY cemetery, where Leslie's Dad is buried. That's a live deer, not a statue.

Mikey is the pink guy we've been carrying for our neighbor Zack.  And here in Ohio, we found Mikey's cousins, at a farm stand.  A great reunion was held!  

Art work in Nevada.  Area 51.

The Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone, seen from Artist's Point

full moon rise

We are all on the road, somewhere, in some sort of transition.



So far, 19 states, 2 Canadian provinces.
For tonight, from Connecticut, good night.                    RJ