Post #937. It's not 1000, but it's the end.

All things come to an end.


When I began this blog, it was with the simple intention of recording my family stories and hosting a forum where my husband's family and my own family could keep in touch with our lives, especially in the case of those far away who we rarely see.


I thought that people might write (comment) at least once in a while in response; you know to let me know they're out there, or to share some news of their life.

The surprising blessing was the friendships made along the way, with a few faithful family members whom I wouldn't have had the easy chance of getting to know if it hadn't been for the blog, and the modern-day-pen-pals that I made around the globe.

There were also connections made through mention of particular subject matter involving history that only resurfaced because of my writing about it here. Many of those contacts were only known to me, behind the scenes, through emails.

But all things come to an end.
     Romance doesn't last, love is sometimes questionable, jobs change, roles change, and...
...    sometimes one's effort comes to an end because of lack of enthusiasm either on the part of themselves or others. There will now be more time to devote to my monthly column, to see where that might lead. My photography will continue and will be shared on my Facebook page because that's where it seems to have been met with the most enjoyment. 

I also have a book project that I've begun compiling.

So without further delay, I bid you fond farewell.  

Remember:  All of my 936 posts are
available to read on the archive
(see the bottom of this page). ☺

Post #936. God shook the glitterdome...

Post #935. More snow. More art.

Some stitch, crochet, scrapbook, or stamp.  I draw and paint, decorate, organize, am musical, but mostly...
      ...     I create art with my camera.
Photos should reflect art.

That's my motto.

Rarely a day goes by where I don't partake in some sort of photography. I love it. Here are my latest from today.

"Come here often?"

"Table for Two" 

Humans are as individual as snowflakes, but a whole lot noisier.

 

Shelter from the storm. There are 3 cardinals in here (one is a female)

Snow is God's art.

Snow on Magnolia buds.

"Where's the birds?"
Winston knows this phrase. As soon as I ask it, he jumps up on the bed post and this is how he looks (the feeder is right outside the window).  Yes, those are Christmas lights in the background - I've decided to leave up year-round the crystal lights on the headboard.

Some sort of a hollowed-out goard.

Snow on the blooming roses in my parents' yard.

My morning drive as the storm arrived. A lonesome stretch of road.