Friday, April 27, 2012

instagram friday

A few random samplings of my week via instagram...

bleeding hearts.

cherry blossoms

evening sky


some sort of flowers... petals on the ground
I've been taking lots of walks... and loving my waxed cotton coat which keeps me very dry in all the rain we've been having.

My phone is brilliant as an easily-portable camera. I'm loving that too.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

of photos and expanding my options

So, you may have noticed a new thing in my sidebar... some instagram photos.

Yes, I have now joined the modern era. I have a smartphone.
An android, of course, because heaven forbid there should be an electronic device in this house that is owned by either of the 'big two'... no apple or ibm products here, thank you very much. It's linux or nothing for us, if you please!

Sorry about that - I was just channelling my husband for a moment there. (Or at least, my understanding of whatever it is that he says/does. If I just said something stupid up there, through my lack of comprehension, please don't bother to correct me. He's tried. It doesn't stick, sadly.)

Anyhow. The smartphone. Right.

The first thing I did was to install instagram. And a few other photo-apps. My lovely new phone has an 8MP camera in it, so it's only logical that I would want some toys to play with.

 Ahhhh, such fun.
And now I always have a camera with me, everywhere I go, even when I don't bring the 'real' one along.

I'm looking for people to follow, so if you're an instagram user, feel free to follow me (I'm wendyklassen) and I'll follow back.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Five Minute Friday: Good-bye

Five minutes. Just write. Don't edit.
Here goes:


It's never enough, the last time you say good-bye. So many words, so many thoughts, all inadequate.

So final, it is. So immutable.

I took a walk this morning in the fog; down the hill, past the dew-speckled fields, through the gap in the hedge to the cemetery.

There were so many more flowers there today than usual. Because of Easter, I suppose... we hope for the resurrection; cling to the promise that we were not meant for death.

Walked past where my Daddy is buried... missed him again, all over again, hole in my heart aching for all that was, and all there was meant to be but won't be. Regretted the things I meant to say but never did... remembered the day we said good-bye.

Linking up at the gypsy mama