Sunday, August 9, 2009

What Dreams May Come...

Very Ernest Hemingway

This was inscribed on a rock at the end of the pedestrian walkway, on the south end of Hollywood Beach.
It was about 95 degrees in Chicago this weekend. The only thing we could do to escape the heat was to go to the beach and walk in the breeze. There was an impending "storm" which ended up being a slight rain, but nevertheless, you can see it in the distance

My cats amuse me. When it rains, we put our umbrella's in the bathtub to dry off. Dwight never knows what to make of the situation.

Then you throw Beasley into the mix. And well...mischief and mayhem ensue.



In the summertime, I get off a stop early and walk about 10 minutes to work. I find it's a nice way to start the day -- get the blood flowing as well as a chance to clear my head before the day ends.

This church on Chicago/Rush is home to the archdiocese in Chicago. Last winter, the chapel burnt to the ground overnight. It was devastating. But they are starting to rebuild and have even opened for mass in the last week.

I'm hardly a religious person, but I do enjoy walking by this sign every morning. Whether the Big J.C. is among us or not, I still think he has a beautiful house.

~*HECTOR*~ part ii


When I was on my way to the airport on Sunday morning, I had to pull over and get at least a few pictures of the lake. I remember the first time I went to Hector was Thanksgiving, 2002. It was dark and cold and difficult to capture.
It wasn't until Easter weekend in 2004 I was finally able to tootle around with Ky and see the beauty that this little secret town held within it's boundaries.

Since moving to Chicago, I have grown a stronger appreciation for the simple quiet that Hector brings to my soul. I left a little piece of my heart in Hector this last trip; and I cannot wait to go back.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Amanda sent this my way this afternoon -- as much as I loved the balloon fest back home since it was right down the street, this picture makes me miss Albuquerque so much. I remember getting up in the morning and eating breakfast on the back porch with my dad. Since Albuquerque is built in a valley, the entire city is on a downhill slope. From where our house was you could see the entire sky just filled with balloons.

I have had many homes in 25 years. But whenever I see balloons, I miss Albuquerque.