First…I’m sorry. It has been a challenge to keep posting, when we’ve passed the two-year point of living in Houston.
At the risk of offending Houstonians, this place is quite a lot to get used to, and there are some aspect I would just assume not ever find acceptable, as a rational human being.
I just came from my 5th annual eye exam, after that concerning one in 2020 (HERE) where I was told I had a 90% chance of losing my central vision within 10 years. I am very happy, and blessed, to say that I STILL show no significant progression.
That leaves me with one thought: I am so blessed to have been given that wake up call and yet to have retained the (age-modified) vision that I would expect to have at my age. I certainly know those that have had a rougher time of it (A.L., I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers, brother! J.F. I hope you know that I pray for you, too!). I am SO thankful.
We took a trip, in early August, to see all three kids (one in Seattle, one in Northern ID, one in South-central WA). It was quite a rushed schedule (flights, almost 1000 miles on the rental, etc), but so worth it.
It also…as you would expect, gave me a chance to grab some pics of places that are dear to my (fly fishing) heart!
How many times did I make that drive, heading East on I-90, out of Seattle?
Of those, how many times did I stop at (and fish) that one picnic spot?
Wow! It was SO good to be back in that area, even if rushed as we drove up to the pass.
On the way back, the Yakima River provided the exceptional view I would expect.
Once we entered the Canyon, though, it almost brought a tear to my eyes to see the places I had driven and fished, all those years.
Oh, and the chance to see Nine Inch Nails with my youngest child (20) was an experience not to be missed!
After we returned, the time spent “in nature” rekindled my drive to take more meaningful photos. I hope you enjoy a few more, mostly from my own yard, but which focus on, as I learned from that 5-year-old diagnosis, “taking a moment to look around you.”
(A visitor in our back yard)
(Looking for a forgotten morsel at the table?)
(One of our backyard flowers)
(A resident of the front yard garden)
Take care, everyone.
Remember to stop and look at “the little things.”
Tight lines…