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Why start a blog? Honestly, I don’t truly have an answer for you…yet. There are so many blogs out there in cyperland that I’m sure no one is really going to read mine. Will it be interesting? Possibly. The only person it should be interesting for is me. Since these will be my own words and photos, I should be interested. If you become interested along the way, that would be fantastic!

This won’t be a how-to blog, a cooking blog, an educational blog, or a hey look at me blog. I will be writing down some thoughts, possibly some short stories, showing a little bit of my photography, and generally just shooting the breeze when I feel like it. For all of my grammar nazi friends, feel free to let me know when I’ve royally screwed up my grammar. If it helps you have fun…nazi away! (PS I’m not getting rid of the ellipsis, get over it).

You will find that I am a true Gemini. You never know what mood I’ll be in for the day. Sometimes bright and sometimes a little moody. I can have a “smart mouth” as my mother would say, and I can be a little sarcastic. I try not to be too blunt. You’ll find some days I am extremely conversational in my writing, and other days waxing poetic.

Anyways, just trying this thing out tonight. It’ late and I’m not really putting my best foot forward. So I’m working on my “real” first blog post. So, cheers!!! Let’s hope I did this thing right. Night 🙂

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understanding: artist inspired blog circle May 2017 – purple

Enjoy the spring. There are colors everywhere. Today I found purple.

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The Artists Inspired Blog Circle is made up of an exceptionally talented group of photographers from all walks of life, from all over the world. They are wives, mothers, friends, daughters and visual storytellers who draw from their own experiences to create art that is inspiring, unique, beautiful and thought-provoking.

This blog is part of that circle. It is meant to share other artists. Please follow our circle by clicking here to see how Sharleen interpreted purple. You won’t be disappointed!!

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grey blooms: artist inspired blog circle january 2017 – grey

have you ever stopped what you were doing to watch the moon bloom? it happens so fast that you could miss it while you are eating dinner. next month, if you can remember, stop and watch. you could see a miraculous sunset to the west and a magical rise of the moon to the east.

my husband and i stopped working for just a little while and this is what we saw.

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just because the sky is grey doesn’t mean you can’t find the color. you have to pay attention and look up.

The Artists Inspired Blog Circle is made up of an exceptionally talented group of photographers from all walks of life, from all over the world. They are wives, mothers, friends, daughters and visual storytellers who draw from their own experiences to create art that is inspiring, unique, beautiful and thought-provoking.

This blog is part of that circle. It is meant to share other artists. Please follow our circle by clicking here to see Kathy’s interpretation of grey.

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the time for white: artist inspired blog circle december 2016-white

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White. Yep, I think about Christmas when I see white. Of course, there’s the snow, white lights in a green tree, fuzzy hats with white trim, and marshmallows floating in hot chocolate. But…I live in Florida. We rarely see snow, ice more often, so we have to make our “white” Christmases.

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One of my favorite things to do is make cookies. I love everything about it. Gathering all the ingredients, watching my family circling around the dough waiting for the beaters from the mixer, filling the house with that oh-so-yummy smell. You can smell them, can’t you? I was thinking about this blog post while I was making chocolate chip cookies. I looked down and viola! White!

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We may not have snow, but we have sugar and flour!

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Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough….

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The kids weren’t too far behind. Even my hubs has to come grab a spoonful. There’s nothing better when it’s a little chilly outside and there are fresh baked cookies. I think it’s time for another batch 😉 happy baking, ya’ll!!!

PS-I promise to be more organized in the future so I’m not trying to type this up the night before publishing!!!!

The Artists Inspired Blog Circle is made up of an exceptionally talented group of photographers from all walks of life, from all over the world. They are wives, mothers, friends, daughters and visual storytellers who draw from their own experiences to create art that is inspiring, unique, beautiful and thought-provoking.

This blog is part of that circle. It is meant to share other artists. Please follow our circle by clicking here to see Kathy’s interpretation of White.

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orange pop: artist inspired blog circle november 2016-orange

Hey ya’ll. So I missed October’s blog post…eh, it happens. The best thing about a blog is I can be serious or I can be chatty. Since I’m having a little trouble with this month’s blog color, well, I’ve decided that I’m not really going to chat about orange. I don’t have that many photos that I can use for this color anyway, and because it’s November, I feel like giving thanks. So here goes.

  1. This year was the first time we have ever done a true “family vacation”. We hopped on and off a couple of planes eventually landing in Minneapolis, Minnesota. We wanted fall. We got it!  It was fantastically gorgeous!! I can’t even believe there are so many colors of leaves. I know I’ve seen pictures, but it doesn’t do it justice.

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We found a park that we could play in, Gold Medal Park in downtown Minneapolis. These were my favorite trees. ^ And the yellow’s!! They were so bright!

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Minnesota and Wisconsin are wonderfully beautiful. If you ever have the chance to visit, I highly recommend it.

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2. Thankful this political season is over.

3. Thankful I have a job where I make a difference. Even if it is on a small scale.

4. Thankful for my family. This vacation only reminded me how I couldn’t go on without them. They are truly my life.

And last, but not least, never least: HOW BOUT THEM CUBS!!!!!!!!!

What do you even say about it? Holy cow. That’s all I keep thinking.

5. Thankful we got to see them win one. Of course, it’s something none of us will ever forget. We were in a hotel room so close to Lambeau Field we could see it out the window while we were watching the game with heart pounding anxiety. I’ve never sweated so much watching a game. I kept telling my husband that my heart was hurting. There was much tossing and turning in the beds because we were afraid to get up and pace. We were trying to be quiet! .

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I was searching through my photos from our trip to Wrigley and started reminiscing. (I’m very bad about that….getting distracted). The last game we saw at the field was the last game of the 2012 season. We left with the W flag flying. There was something in the air that year. A change of seasons, perhaps, but there was hope.

 

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It may have been raining at the time, but the sun was starting to shine on the Cubs.

The day after the World Series we were truly stunned that it had finally happened. I kept waiting for someone to say it was a mistake. It happened!! So very cool to see. I just want to tell all those that haven’t been Cubs fans until this year that the Cubs are special. Their field is special. You’ll see. You’ll fall in love too. Just remember that Wrigley is just as special. So take care of it.

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It’s all about R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Well, I’m off to bed. Night!!!!

The Artists Inspired Blog Circle is made up of an exceptionally talented group of photographers from all walks of life, from all over the world. They are wives, mothers, friends, daughters and visual storytellers who draw from their own experiences to create art that is inspiring, unique, beautiful and thought-provoking.

This blog is part of that circle. It is meant to share other artists. Please follow our circle by clicking here to see Kathy’s interpretation of Orange.

BTW: ALL PHOTOS ON THIS BLOG ARE MINE AND COPYRIGHTED BY BRANDI GEOGHAGAN 2016.

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the gold season: artist inspired blog circle september 2016-Gold

I dislike September. If something bad is going to happen, it always seems to happen in September. Green Day had it right when they sang “Wake me up when September ends.”

Besides September 11th, there have been many things in my own life that have given me this sense of sitting on tenterhooks waiting for the next disaster. My grandfather, the most enigmatic man I’ve ever known, passed away September 15th, the day before Hurricane Ivan slammed into Pensacola (my hometown). Unfortunately, it took a while to find out where his body had been taken after the storm, much less get a funeral together. My family had to arrange our own flowers for his casket. With power out in the city we couldn’t use fresh flowers. So, we bought silk flowers in Jacksonville. I still have one in a shadow box. I should have know he would have gone out with a bang. Nothing was ever simple with that man.

Several years later, my husband’s grandfather passed in September. His death wasn’t as dramatic, but the impact was felt as severely. I miss his jokes and inappropriate humor. I seemed to have been the only one in which he would share that particular characteristic.

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Enough about me. It’s not really what I wanted to talk about. I just finished reading a wonderful book, The Butterfly and the Violin, by Kristy Cambron. Part of the book takes place during WWII. And it got me to thinking, as any good book should do.

When I was a child I did a social study project on Auschwitz, and during this project I interviewed two survivors of this horrible place. It was one of those moments that changes the way you view the world and the people that inhabit this place. It can be shocking to realize the evil that exists. I’ve always “known” that evil exists. You cannot grow up Catholic and not know. Even the church accepts it. However, true evil, the evil that infects so easily and breaks down every barrier without hardship is completely and utterly terrifying. Oh, and guess when little ole Hitler marched into Poland? September 1, 1939. Evil and terror, such as he created, is incomprehensible to me. Was he even human?

How do you survive such unholy terror? It tries to destroy everything that makes you human. But that’s the thing, being human. Our will to survive is simply amazing. But even more fantastic is the ability of the human spirit to see and create beauty and love in even the most dire of circumstances. And I believe the reason we can is because of God. He is there to help us see and feel it. We just have to let Him.

I wonder sometimes if those moments are special because they are so simple.

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Do you think the people held prisoner in the “work” camps could even see a sunset? Or did the ashes from the crematoriums block out the sun? Could God’s golden sun break through, for even just a moment?

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Was the silence of snow on golden leaves precious? Or did it feel like doom knowing that winter was ready to bleach out the color?bright-woods

How in God’s name did they do it? How did they keep their soul from wasting away behind barbed wire?

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To put it simply, I don’t know how they did it. I’m just glad that they did.

I wonder what their first sunrise was like after their liberation? Do they remember it or was it just enough to know that they would be seeing another one?

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I told my husband today that if anything like that ever happened again I hoped that I would be as courageous as the survivors, or as honorable as the people that helped to hide them or assisted in their escape. Not because I want to be important, but because I want to be the person that God wants me to be.

As for September, well, I suppose there has to be a low before the high. Maybe I’ll use this month to look for the simple beauty in watching the heat dissipate and the clear air reveal all the wonders of the gold season.

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The Artists Inspired Blog Circle is made up of an exceptionally talented group of photographers from all walks of life, from all over the world. They are wives, mothers, friends, daughters and visual storytellers who draw from their own experiences to create art that is inspiring, unique, beautiful and thought-provoking.

This blog post is part of that blog circle. It is meant to share other artists. Please follow our circle by clicking here. I hope you enjoy Kathy’s interpretation of Gold.

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the truth of Blue: artist inspired blog circle august 2016-Blue

My mind is a wonky place. I can’t say how other people see things when their mind is spinning with all the information and sounds we pick up on a daily basis, but I have a visual mind. I see the world in a thousand stories set to a soundtrack of every genre of music.

When I joined this blog circle I was told the first theme is Blue. A color. I didn’t immediately reach for my camera. I grabbed the laptop. What is the meaning of blue? From what I can gather, blue is seen as trust, loyalty, strength, wisdom and peace. When I think of blue, I don’t see the hot southern sky, the tangy warmth of the salt water, or the satiny ribbons on a new baby’s blanket.

I see my guitar.

blue day 2My mother gave me this guitar as a Christmas gift several years ago. I’ve been wanting to learn how to play for years. I havent made the time to learn, but it is on the list. It’s a representation of all the things I have wanted to learn but haven’t taken the time to accomplish. I see myself sitting on the front porch after the sun has disappeared and the stars have come out to play. Every pick, every strum keeping time with crickets and bull frogs then floating away on the night breeze. My heartbeat quietly beating along.

I love listening to the blues. I’m not good with artist names, but I love the music. I’ve always thought that the blues were a way of showing how moody or down you feel. But it’s more than that. It’s the wisdom you gain with each new experience. It’s the truth wrapped up in emotions. It’s all the hard things you want to say, but can never get right. It’s just simply, blue. And one day I will play them.

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I hear the music.

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This is my great-grandparents’ radio. My dad remembers this from when he was a small child. I can picture this sitting on the credenza, or perhaps even in the kitchen, filling their small house with news shows, radio programs, and all different types of music. Ella Fitzgerald, Johnny Cash, Louis Armstrong, Billy Holliday, and Elivs may have been heard through these speakers. The crackly static singing background on the AM wave.

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At 22, I was married and starting a household of my own. Not long after we got married we had our first child. He was born with congenital heart condition known as Transposition of the Great Vessels. It took our local NICU several hours to definitively diagnose him. Once that was done they had to figure out how to get him to a hospital that could perform surgery on his tiny premature heart. It was storming that day, and when the storms finally broke six hours later, he was transported to a hospital 8 hours away. To tell you the honest truth, I do not remember much about those first days. Apparently, my brain was protecting me from the awful truth…my son may die. I don’t remember those feelings, and I’m glad I don’t.

Several days later, in a town I knew nothing about, my husband and I survived in a daze of hospital visits, trips to the mall, and eating in small restaurants. One day, perusing through the hospital gift shop, I found a tape of music for sale. It was Ella Fitzgerald’s At Last. I must have played that song hundreds of times. Since then the boy has been inundated with music.

He wants to play.

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This year is the first time I have ever heard him say that he wanted to learn how to play an instrument. He wants to learn to play guitar. How exciting could this be? Only…

my son has Cerebral Palsy.

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I don’t say this lightly or frequently. We are not ashamed, but we choose not to make it a big deal. However, he does have some muscular limitations. He is left handed. Was he born with the gift of left handedness, or is he that way because his CP affects his right side? Who knows? Who cares? He adapts. He naturally picked up this guitar and put it in place to play left handed. Yes, because this is my guitar it is strung for me, a right hander.  But look at him!! How natural and at ease. Not knowing or caring that it may be wrong way to hold this guitar, HE DOESN’T CARE. Oh, how I wish I could be like him. Have his strength and peace.

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I see him infused with blue light. The calmness, the faith, the truth are all his. His color is blue.

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The Artists Inspired Blog Circle is made up of an exceptionally talented group of photographers from all walks of life, from all over the world. They are wives, mothers, friends, daughters and visual storytellers who draw from their own experiences to create art that is inspiring, unique, beautiful and thought-provoking.

This blog post is part of that blog circle. It is meant to share other artists. Please click the link to follow our circle. http://www.kgledbetterphotography.com/august-blue-artists-inspired-kansas-city-photography/

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