Watching the shadows

It's interesting how different something can look in a new location.

Quacking

I'll let the geese speak for me.

View

At least the casino hasn't taken every view.

Letting Go

Off and on during the years I've come close to becoming a crazy old lady. When I was in my twenties I saved what seemed like every newspaper and magazine in my possession until my surroundings were nearly a fire hazard. In my thirties, with a larger place, I started buying more and more furniture and increased my knick-knacks more than 100 fold. My taste continued to change, but I still couldn't get rid of the old to make way for the new. I'm sure a psychologist would point to my growing up poor as to why I have an overwhelming need to hoard (thankfully I haven't gotten as bad as those on reality television shows).

I've tried over and over again to let go, yet it all seems to multiply again when I'm not looking. I've gotten to the point that I don't even know where to begin, but begin I must. I'd like to take Leo Babauta's advice and get rid of five things a day. Somehow I don't think that will be happening. Maybe a few things...

Eames Morning

Last Saturday the Tour de France was interrupting the morning news shows (my morning ritual), so I went channel surfing and landed on the American Masters documentary on Charles and Ray Eames. I'd seen it before and enjoyed it. I suppose being immersed in the life of such creative people can't help but cause you to get a bit creative yourself, even if it does take nearly a week to get the images off your camera and on the computer. Anyway, just some interesting reflections I noticed on the windows.