I Miss Maui
I recently had lunch with a friend who had just returned from Maui. As she talked about her trip, I couldn’t help but reflect back to the heavenly days we spent in Maui in December of 2005. While looking back through my shots, I came across this image. It has got to be one of my favorites from that trip. I love the way the clouds are caught by the mountaintop, and the beauty of the sun reflecting off the blue water. I like the “noise” of the children playing in the surf and the quiet serenity of the sailboat on the horizon. Ah, Hawaii….
This sunflower, one of several in the area, towered over my head as it stretched toward the bright blue early morning sky in Bluff, Utah. It seems amazing to me that these can grow this tall and strong out of nothing but sand and red dirt. It was a welcome relief to the eye from the dusty reds and browns of the surrounding scenery.
Today’s post is dedicated to an amazing spirit, and my sister’s dear friend, Karen O’Briant. Two days ago, after an all too short life on this earth, Karen overcame her long battle with cancer as she entered into the mystery and wonder of the resurrection. Karen affected everyone who knew her by her faith, her strength, and her joy, and I found this quote fitting in remembrance of her.
“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same!”
I have always been intrigued by old, rustic barns. Generally, the older and more in disrepair, the more intriguing. I find their varying shapes, colors, textures, building materials, and settings fascinating. They really almost give me a feeling of comfort. This great barn is an old favorite somewhere along the highway between New Mexico and Cortez, Colorado. I love the rusty colors in the roof, and the beautiful, blue Southwestern sky as its backdrop.
I’ll admit I have a thing for trees… all kinds of trees. (As my friends would tell you, even dead trees.) They are always changing, and are so full of history, and purpose, and promise. And, although this beautiful tree made for a lovely foreground, it is actually the breathtaking fall sky that caught my attention. By the end of summer’s hot haze, I love those days that have a “Fall blue” sky.