Yes it is

Yesterday I walked almost two miles and ran almost 4 miles. On the walk we saw a lot of great flowers. Pictures were taken. One of these days I am going to get a small Sony camera like the one that Kathy seems to have such results with. The thing about that camera is that it can transfer pictures to the computer very quickly. My blogs might take on a little different look when that happens. Nevertheless there are lots of pictures around and the picture can drive the thought or the thought can drive the picture. More often than not both happen I find. Life is indeed interesting! One picture can easily be a walk down the dirt road to the house by the river of memories. This picture has some of the great differences of the Southwest in it. The purple flowers remind me of the purple flowers growing out of Lava rock on Cheju Island. The lava rock both places remind me of Ross Park which reminds me that yesterday I saw a picture in one of my albums of my mom as a young girl on a lava rock reaching out her hand to her dad to help him climb up as he smiled back at her and the camera. Then too the park was always a neat place to go when we were young. Somewhere just outside the of this picture there is surely a rabbit or two. The Still Life is Exciting is a great picture. I think that the layers of objects and the choice of objects may have been just luck or maybe a very insightful photographer just saw it all and captured it. To have taken this picture myself would have been a wonderful accomplishment because to have taken it you have to have seen it. On the other hand it was hard to miss when I did see it on the Albuquerque Duke City Blog. Folks upload some of their favorite pictures to this blog and this was a good choice. I love that it was shot through a window. The window reflects the objects in a different way. A dirt trail reflects memories in a different way. The books are great. What is interesting is that the reflections are of objects. No people. Perhaps the reality is that it is objects that reflect the people. The wooden wheel above the pumpkin takes me to a farm in Malad and a farmyard. It takes me on my run to the North. Then again it is “Still Life”