Random Photo + Happy Weekending.

Life is slipping quickly, quietly by. I'm staying busy and learning contentment in all things, doing my part to change those things that I can and trying to accept those things that can't, or won't, be changed...but keeping on praying that they'll change anyway.

Tonight I went to Final Friday with a few friends, the first time I've been in several years. I was secretly hoping to ride the trolley, but it kept coming by at the most inconvenient times, such as when we were nearing our destination. Maybe next month. Walking around the city on the night of a major art event, and on the eve of Halloween, opened my eyes to how very small and sheltered my world has become. The things and people we saw - oh! I loved it.

My Saturday plans were canceled at the last minute, and despite how much I was looking forward to them, I am now looking forward to spending the day working like mad on a few Christmas gifts. Which may be the story of all of my Saturdays between now and Christmas, since I lost track of time and am just now getting started making gifts.

Anyone have any thoughts on good handmade gifts to give men?

Another day, another cemetery.

Something about this time of year makes me want to spend a lot of time wandering through cemeteries, a fact which most people probably find disturbing. This one was particularly creepy, being one of the oldest in town. The air feels different when you walk into the graveyard: still, heavy, and rich with the stories of the lives of the hundreds lying there dead.

But despite all that, this set of mausoleums did strike me as a bit funny because they so remind me of my very first apartment. A little blond fourplex apartment that really was not much bigger than one of these mausoleums and even had the arched doorways. The resemblance is uncanny.

Those Fall colors.

It has been a very cold, very grey Fall (when was the last time we saw the sun?). I am loving what the constant cloud cover has done to the colors of the Fall, muting them, fading them into tones that are calming and comfortable. Here's hoping that the gloom hangs on just a bit longer so I can look my fill.

Getting back (or, hello, and I've missed you).

I took a rather long break from taking pictures. Earlier in the week I went to this very lovely cemetery that is so old in sections that headstones and benches are crusted over, graves are sunken in. It was a perfect place to get back in touch with my camera.

There's just something about cemeteries, isn't there?

God gives us love. Something to love He lends us. ~ Tennyson