When Someone...

When Someone...

I have a thick skull...something that sometimes serves me well and other times does not.  A recent friend of mine has a saying..."When someone shows you who they, believe them..."  though I love the saying, and really do "get" it...I am not good at this...

I think it is the "nurse" part of me that never believes that I cannot "fix"
 it.  Today I am considering switching careers!

This is a picture I took in Unionville...where things are simple, quiet and lovely...something I am hoping to recreate in my everyday life...soon...

Las Vegas

Las Vegas

I am in Vegas for work, and still loving my photos of Unionville. The weather is and breezy...and the Facility we are visiting is in a beautiful building that is mostly glass, and does not have any rust or peeling paint.

This is a picture I shot in Unionville...I will be sad when how much I love these pictures fade...though perhaps there is something equally as compelling around the corner...

More Rust

More Rust

The rust of Unionville continues...and I cannot get enough of it. This is a picture of the side metal room...with a view of the Valley behind off to the side. I love how the air smells, the wind feels and the people just are.

Yesterday I shot an AK 47, and a Glock. I have a whole new vocabulary now...clip, firing line, magazine (not the kind I drool over the latest shoes). I know how to look down the site, the proper hand placement (though I am a bit wobbley), have had the theory of how a bullet is shot out of a gun explained to me, touched the spent shell and "bullet" that has gone thru the target and learned the theory of not pointing the gun at others and knowing where it is at all time...which is a challenge for the menopausal woman.

And may I say...riding an ATV down the gravel roads with dust coating my flying hair is a very nice way to travel...

Another Lucious Day in Unionville

Another Lucious Day in Unionville

As the weekend purr-ed on...the company and the conversations only got better. One thing I am greatful for every day is the stories of the patients I serve. While dialysis is no picnic, it does allow many to spend time with loved ones, and live a life that would not be possible without functioning kidneys. I was lucky enough to meet several brave and inspirational people in Unionville, and hear their stories...a constant reminder that life is not easy, and everyone in their own way struggles...I will stop short of the "We are the World" song...

This is a picture I shot outside the Schoolhouse/Bar...an old wheel, with junk piled behind it. Again, the rust and peeling paint speak to me in a way few other things do. I am growing up in many ways, and have lost the necessity to "run"...it is great to finally feel that my skin fits...life is good...

4th of July Parade

Fourth of July Parade

It has been several years since I have been interested in the 4th of July. When Matt and Laur where little, it was my favorite Holiday, next to Halloween. As they grew, the day shifted from celebrating food and beverage with friends and the anticipation of ooohhh's and aaahhh's as the Dad's jockeyed for position with lighting of firework's...to the "drive by" of maturing children off to hang with their own crowd.

This year brought a trip to Unionville, an amazing place without cell phone service, paved roads, street lights, grocery stores, Starbuck, and most other modern things. It did have delicious homemade food, comfy beds, chairs for obtaining mental health on the decks. The bugs were reasonable as long as you did not factor in the "crickets" which really seemed more like huge, ugly beetles to me.

This is a picture I took of the Town Parade...nothing better than a decorated tractor...nice people...and an open bar policy...

Pre-Unionville

Pre-Unionville

As sometimes happens, I am running behind in my postings...my real day job interfering with my fantasy art life.

This is one of the 20 pictures that I shot in Unionville...more rust and peeling paint. I could shoot there forever and not be bored...taking inspiration from my Sweetie...and the ever present rust and peeling paint...