We are asked this week to “take a load off and share a favorite perch” 

We are asked this week to “take a load off and share a favorite perch” 

This week Terri invites us to share texture. So many different textures can be found in nature.



I visited my Aunt today. She is 91,though you would never know it- she is a powerhouse full of energy and life. She moves fast, talks fast and always has a positive attitude.
She always tells me “you have to keep going- no matter what life throws at you.” The other thing she always tells me is to grab each day, get the most out of it while you can, and enjoy those days. Her manner of speaking is forceful and exuberant- on the verge of an order almost. I keep her words in mind, as she speaks from a place of knowledge- she has lived through the loss of a 50 year old son, 11 years ago last week. A loss that could easily destroy a person, we so feared what would happen when we knew his prognosis wasn’t good. But Aunt Leni rose above it, was thankful for the 5 years she had with him during his illness. His words to her when he knew there would be no more treatments were, “Ma, we had a good run.” They both looked at what they had had for those 50 years, rather than what was being taken away.
She is blessed with grandchildren, and great children at this point, who number in double digits. She can never do enough for them, see enough of them, revel in their accomplishments enough. Look up unconditional love in the dictionary, and you will find “Tanta Leni” as the definition. That point was brought home to me today during our visit. I asked how 2 of her grandchildren were doing, the 2 daughters (twins) of her son that died. They are in their early 30’s. She looked at me and told me to sit down, what a week she had had, and what news. The one granddaughter who had gotten married 2 years ago, had gotten divorced. You may be thinking, so, no big deal, divorce is so common, so what. For my Aunt this is a very big deal because it meant her granddaughter had gone through a painful experience, which breaks her heart. She followed up telling me how at least now her granddaughter can move on, move forward and hopefully find happiness in the future.
The next piece of news was not so easy for her to share, I think maybe because she did not know what my reaction would be. She said her granddaughter had come to visit, and though my Aunt did not share exactly how she was told, her granddaughter told her she was gay. My Aunt then repeated what she had said upon learning this from her granddaughter, yelling at her, “DID YOU THINK I WOULD LOVE YOU ANY LESS?”
My 91 year old, European born, Orthodox Jewish Aunt is the real deal in my eyes. There are people far younger than her, that would be less accepting, or unwilling to accept someone coming out. To her, it made no difference, she was glad her granddaughter had told her, and said the main thing was for her to be happy in her life.
I was moved to tears after she told me, knowing that it could not have been easy for her to hear either piece of news from her granddaughters, but love is love and that is all there is.
My husband has always been clean shaven. The only exception was in 1991 when his mother died. It is customary in the Jewish religion not to shave for 30 days after the death of a parent. He and his brother for the first time in their lives both grew beards. We took a photo the day before the shave off.

A little late for Thursday, but a nurturing thought is good any day
The Questions This Week:Â
Do you prefer Apple (‘I’ products) or Android for your technology ‘fix’?  Â
I have always had Dell computers, and years ago I had a Windows phone, *mistake* and ditched it after a few years and went Android. My last upgrade I was tempted to get an I phone but I like that that my photos are connected to Gmail, and didn’t want the hassle of changing everything.
What’s something on your personal bucket list?Â
Getting up every morning.
What would you name your boat if you had one?  The Unsinkable 3? The Please Don’t Sink? Your choice! Also, what would it look like? Do you want a motor yacht, a sailboat, or perhaps a dinghy?
No boats- not a big fan of the water. My Aunt had a sailboat so I have had the experience of going out sailing, when the waves kicked up I found it to be a less than wonderful experience. My grandfather had a boat that I would go out fishing on as a child with my father and Uncles- great memories, but I’ll leave it as memories.
Which fictional character would be the most boring to meet in real life?Â
I guess they would be so boring I can’t even think of one.
And finally:Â
What brought gratitude, a smile or laughter to your life this week?
Meeting a friend I worked with last year in my old school for coffee and having great conversation and feeling “connected” in a way I haven’t in my new school. Her outlook on teaching, on life is so positive, I left her feeling grateful to know her.
My husband and I love to participate in the weekly art project at the Garden we visit on Sundays. We enjoy the process of creating, some weeks turn out better than others, but it is the process not the end result that we enjoy!

Making boats from styrofoam and corks- they really did float!




This week Terri tells us: Most of us are aware that October is traditionally the month we acknowledge Breast Cancer Awareness by wearing and or displaying the color pink. Of course, we should acknowledge cancer awareness all year long. Think pink, our theme for Sunday Stills this week.
Butterflies are deep and powerful representations of life. Many cultures associate the butterfly with our souls. The Christian religion sees the butterfly as a symbol of resurrection. Around the world, people view the butterfly as representing endurance, change, hope, and life.Â
For those reasons I decided to use this pink flower with a Monarch Butterfly perched atop it.

My best friend’s niece died from Breast Cancer last year. She was 33. Let’s not forget the people behind the “pink” 
I was at a loss finding something for this week’s Dutch Goes the Photo. Then I remembered a photo I had with my cousin who is 6 feet 7 inches tall, next to me, at 5 feet 2 inches. He always goes big!
I was in NYC a few weeks ago and passed the sculpture of General William Tecumseh Sherman, located at the main entrance to Central Park. The contrast of the gold against the bright blue sky was simply dazzling.



The sculpture of General William Tecumseh Sherman is one of the finest sculptures by the talented American sculptor and New York City resident Augustus St.Gaudens. In 1892 St. Gaudens modeled a bust of the general who lived in New York after the Civil War. He then created the equestrian sculpture in Paris, France, completing it in 1903. After much discussion, the sculpture was placed at the main entrance to the Park, befitting such an important historical figure and monumental work of art. When the Pulitzer Fountain was designed in 1913 for the southern half of Grand Army Plaza, the Sherman Monument and surrounding landscape were moved so that the two halves of the plaza could be symmetrical.
In September 2015 Central Park Conservancy completed a major restoration of the northern half of Grand Army Plaza. (5th Ave between 59th & 60th Streets) The project involved cleaning the bronze and applying new gold leaf to the surface of the statue. A protective coating of wax — tinted to emphasize the sculptural detail of the monument — was layered on top.
A line from Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets, with one of my photographs



Things People Grow
Oh the commute home to the suburbs from the NY Port Authority. I did it for almost 30 years.
Up the escalator, to the platform
Reach platform to find line snaking around endlessly….
Finally board bus and sit in traffic

These days it’s 10 minutes in the comfort of my car, with my parking space awaiting me
I love taking photos from the car, not when I’m the driver I will add.
In the Sun
In the Rain

In Traffic 
On a bridge at sunset

What are the odds of seeing 2 Google Street View cars within 2 months of each other on 2 different highways? 

From The Car
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