tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post6503526977534970397..comments2023-10-20T11:26:12.314-05:00Comments on Ocean: whirligig of timeninahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01222848486174278888noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post-210220122264322922015-07-18T15:40:26.997-05:002015-07-18T15:40:26.997-05:00Nina, I have followed your postings from the Adiro...Nina, I have followed your postings from the Adirondacks with pleasure. A vicarious pleasure, in this particular case the only kind for me. What a trooper you are, and I'm glad it was so worth it for you and Ed together. My husband explored that same area forty years ago with his college roommate, but he didn't marry a girl who would make that trip with him. We did have several canoeing day trips with the boys in their preteen years. Around here, an hour out of town can feel like you're all alone in the world for a little while. So maybe I understand just a little of the rapture you describe. <br /><br />I did post once, just to comment on the skinny-dipping (another iconic Nina photo) and also of the wonderful photo that was right after that. It would have been an "ordinary" picturesque sight, but for that one crooked tree and its reflection. That makes you stop and look, "go into" the photo the way I like to do. And the cloud formation, echoing the shape, was that serendipity of did you wait for the cloud to drift just so? Strikingly beautiful. Sorry that day I was careless and closed my screen before my comment had posted. rush rush.<br /><br />It is always a pleasure to return home again. My condolences to Ed on the loss of his friend and business partner. And to you, too, as you adjust to what's going on in Ed's life and try to be a strong support for him. How dear to see photos of S again - how grounding - how life affirming. JoyDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07023075108683227605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post-12817570118225318922015-07-18T14:37:40.699-05:002015-07-18T14:37:40.699-05:00Diane, when I was a kid, my friend had a guinea pi...Diane, when I was a kid, my friend had a guinea pig named Little S for the white marking on its shoulders, so I jump in remembrance every time I see that!Lee Ihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15721969338069074639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post-40669681248426093122015-07-18T12:26:43.106-05:002015-07-18T12:26:43.106-05:00Beautiful post full of care, remembrance, and the ...Beautiful post full of care, remembrance, and the joy of life. I love the dress you are wearing in the photo with charming little S (and soo reminding me of her mom at a young age)! You and Ed are in our thoughts as you work through this immense change in your lives.Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13744134942239760970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post-2377070599859379352015-07-18T06:10:21.177-05:002015-07-18T06:10:21.177-05:00Love the almost standing on her own photo... only ...Love the almost standing on her own photo... only one hand held!<br /><br />Looking at your garden pictures reminds me to mention Project Budburst... http://budburst.org/aboutus... which might interest you (as if you need more projects!)Charlottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01821118044192675764noreply@blogger.com