Here I am again, capturing the moment in this blog. As always, I am grateful that there are more moments to capture together.
Let’s see if any of today’s images are capturing the moment.
I’ll be hanging out on YouTube now, searching for “capturing the moment.”
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Momentous thanks to George Lange, my Twitter friends, my husband Michael (for the tin ceiling and the delicious dinner), and all who are capturing the moment with me right now, including YOU!
Your trace cannot be erased, Ann. Thank you for posting these life-affirming and comforting reminders.
Your impact on me cannot be erased either, Maureen. Thank you for being there!
A moment I captured in my head is a picture of a boy running across a low river in August, black against the last light of day. For just a second or two I saw him, in a quick turn of my head, while driving over a bridge between Illinois and Indiana. He is a photograph that was never taken but still displayed on the walls of my memories.
Thank you for capturing and sharing that lovely moment, Barbara.
Poems are really good at capturing moments and for some reason “Loss” by Wendy Cope is one that came to my mind.
The day he moved out was terrible —
That evening she went through hell.
His absence wasn’t a problem
But the corkscrew had gone as well.
I appreciate all the moments I share with you, Chris.
Oh, what a wonderful collection of poetry here, Ann. I really enjoyed this post! I have a collection of my mom’s favorite poems displayed on a cardboard inside one of my kitchen cabinet doors. She gathered them from the West Side Index in Newman, CA in 1938. Part of one that I’ve memorized says, “…if you have roses, bless your soul; just pin one on my button hole while I’m alive and well today. Don’t wait until I’ve gone away Don’t tell the folks I was saint or anything else that I ain’t. If you have jam like that to spread, please pass it out before I’m dead.”
Love this, Jan!!!