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Blowin’ in the Wind

Seems I’ve been doing a lot of that lately — blowin’ in the wind.

Along the way, I’ve settled here and there. Read a great novel that I highly recommend (Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay); been cooking up some soups again; having friends over for coffee and for dinner (talk about food for the soul!); and learning to be calm (thanks to Cesar Milan — check out Cesar’s Way: The Natural, Everyday Guide to Understanding and Correcting Common Dog Problems).

Thanks to everyone for being patient and for those who have sent such kind thoughts about the death of our dear Maggie. Though I continue not to spend much time on the computer, I plan to make occasional posts here without there being a two-month gap in between!

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Frida - February 24, 2012 - 3:20 pm

I enjoy your images whatever time-span between them. This is no exception Diane.

Kelly @ JAX does design - February 28, 2012 - 1:17 pm

It’s good to see you back with another beautiful picture 🙂 I missed your post about Maggie – such a lovely picture of her, and your words about her are so full of love. I hope the ache in your heart is a little bit smaller now.

I’ve been doing a lot more reading now that I have a super-cool Kindle 🙂 I’m in the middle of Emory’s Gift – I’m really curious to see where the story line is going, because it took a really freaky twist about 1/4 of the way through! Another great book I read is A Dog’s Purpose. I highly recommend it to all dog-lovers 🙂

Deborah Carr - March 8, 2012 - 6:26 pm

As always, Diane, your images speak on so many layers. The small ball of hair, a little piece of self really, snagged by the barb and left behind. Those things that can unexpectedly slice us, that tear away pieces…they tell a story all their own.