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Spring snowstorms don’t mean a delay in sports. While I”m not a huge sports fan, I love to see people having fun and The Boys of Summer are a part of our national heritage.

Take the ordinary and actually pay attention to it. Notice life. Notice beauty. Fall in love with autumn; fall in love with life.

At a time when our family could easily be pre-0ccupied with my father in law’s health issues taking time to realize who wondrous and amazing the world around us really is.

 Oh, for a summer’s day.

But the real reason for this bucolic French door is to encourage you to think about your own doorway.  We take them for granted, but whether brightly painted, dingily weathered, flanked by flowers, or guarded by a mangy dog,  our doorways  say a lot about who we are.

Next time you run to the store and buy something to spruce up your living room …  maybe consider spending a couple buck to make your gateway to the world look more interesting.

This delightful old lady happened to be sitting here working on a little lace work.   Weathered skin, somber faced when left on her own — but upon striking up a conversation she was as bright of mind and shiny in personality as a newborn.

I  love old people (better watch how I say that — someday I’ll be one too!)

Finally some good news on the father-in-law-health front.

We’ve  spoken with the surgeon who is now ready to release the old boy to a rehab center.  While Frank continues quite weak, and will need significant exercise and the rebuilding of muscle tissue that hast atrophied — yet it’s good to have a step forward, and a step closer to a return to his home.

Frank’s always been a wonderful, proud, active guy — it will be good if we can see him return to his life, and to his girlfriend (yup — at 85 he’s still a vibrant, active male <snicker>).  We wish him only the   best.

And it looks as if his need for additional  rehab needs will mean that one of us remains in Frank’s hometown, minding the house and nagging the old boy to do his exercises…. better to be temporarily disliked as the whip-cracker than to see him decline into senility and incapacity.

 At this spring season it’s nice to notice the signs of life returning to the earth — well, at least the part of it where I live.  A fern head.  Spring green.  Extending tenuous fingers tentatively out into the world.

Take time to notice the life around you.

I’ve been working with a few new models lately. One of them is in love with her own breasts. Never being one to disappoint, if the lady wants images of her own glory, why not accommodate her?

Not hard to figure out what the image is about.  Sometimes telltale clues in the corner of an image give away the secret.

Well, I had a delightful time with Biker Chick. I meet the most fasincating people in this job.

It’s funny… I spend a lot of money buying the best lenses I can find to get clarity and color saturation…. and then I get on a kick about post processing like this image — where I am replicating the look of a watercolor and I TRY to make it look just a trifle blurry…. go figure…..

I just love this sign…..