Fall Colours

Just when I thought the colours of fall had hit their peak I saw them with new eyes under a street lamp at night.

One Week Ago

Brad and I sold our house. The same house that took us nine years to renovate. It took us nine years because we were working and raising three girls at the same time.

It also started out looking like this . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . so it took a while to end up with this.

Madelyn recently introduced me to the word akeru. It's a Japanese word meaning to end, to begin, to expire, to start, to unwrap, to pierce… to turn over. I remember reading the meaning and wondering what the heck it meant. I wanted a real life example of how to use it. I wanted to ask someone to put it into a sentence. I let the word float around in my head for a while but it never landed. I just didn't get it.

Then today out of the blue I got it. This is my akeru. I am at the pivotal point of change. I have ended something and because of that there simply is a new beginning. Without me willing it to be or forcing it to be, it's a new beginning. My life is being turned over and once it settles back down it will be unrecognizable. I'm nervous, scared, excited and giddy. Is there a word for that?

Vivian Maier

Vivian Maier, self portrait

I recently found a link to this website about Vivian Maier hosted by John Maloof when I was visiting Sticking to the Point. I have been completely fascinated by it ever since.

I just had to share it so even more people can discover her work. Even as I type that it feels wrong. I'm not sure that she wanted anyone to see them. Vivian Maier lived a rather mysterious life and from what little is known of her she seems to have taken these beautiful photos for the pure pleasure of taking a photograph. She never showed or shared them and some she never even bothered to develop. I am in awe of her dedication to 'art for art sake'. That quality alone makes her rare and beautiful. It's a bonus that her photography is just as stunning.

I am going to be (not so) patiently awaiting the arrival of the book.

Hands

I get no greater satisfaction than I do from working with my hands.

Absent

So many times in the last few weeks I wanted to stop here and post something but there just hasn’t been any time. My husband and I are finishing up a nine year restoration on our home and then we’re going to be putting it up for sale. We have two more weeks of absolute insanity after which I’m hoping to resume my relatively normal life. I can hardly wait.