Sailboat On The Pacific

As we packed for our trip out West I struggled with how much camera equipment to take along. To keep things simple I chose to take only one lens for my DSLR, a 50mm, a prime lens with no zoom.  It’s probable my least expensive lens, but hands down the best for the quality of images it captures.

The memory card for my camera holds more images of the Pacific Ocean than anything. That body of water held me captive in a good way, with the colors, the waves, the splash of sea water on the rocky coast. I can still hear in my mind the almost breath-like sound of the waves moving in and out, in and out.

When asked by our son what I wanted to do while there I recall that walking on the beach was a priority. We made visits to various beaches in the San Diego area, but I can’t tell you where I stood when taking this particular photo. As you can see, it was a beautiful, sunny day, perfect for sight seeing and enjoying the ocean view.

Sometimes you take a photo and you know even as you click the shutter that it will be special to you in some way.  And other times there are surprises, images that touch your heart, that you only “see” long after the shot was taken.  That little boat with the red sail is what my heart has been “seeing” all week.

Have you ever been sailing? If I knew I would not succumb to motion sickness I might go out in a sailboat with those who know how to navigate the wind. It looks as though it would be peaceful and relaxing.

Peaceful and relaxing.  Sun. Wind. Waves. Free from all the cares of the world.

If you search the Internet for how to sail you will find lots of good resources and instruction, even diagrams for how to set the sail to make the wind push the boat in the direction you choose. Two boats in the same wind can be going in opposite directions, depending on how the sailor sets that sail.

It’s not about the wind. It’s all about that sail.

Here we are, Veterans Day, 2020. Little did we know twelve months ago just what was coming, but perhaps life is merciful that way. What would we have done differently if we had known what was coming? Would our navigation be different?

More important now is the question of what each of us will do. Will we drop anchor and stay in a safe place? Or will we set our sails so the wind can take us forward, on to where we know we need to go?

Personally? I choose to pull up the anchor and set my sail to go forward, even if that means going against the wind, into the future.



At the Station

Waiting for Amtrak, La Plata, MO

It was the middle of September and we stood here waiting for our train to arrive. It was just a few minutes late, but that didn’t matter. We were on our way to the West coast to spend a few sunny days with our son and his beautiful girlfriend.



Southwest Chief, #3, on a break in New Mexico

Train travel has been part of my life since I was a little girl, and never fails to fascinate me. It is all about the view out the window. Seeing parts of this country that otherwise would be off the beaten path.  Someone else does the driving. You know where you will spend the night (we had a sleeper compartment). And the cooking is all taken care of. (Okay, this time the meals were microwaved since there were no chefs aboard to cook for you.)

We wore masks, as did everyone else, and social distanced the best we could. Having a sleeper gave us a place to stay separate as much as we wanted. (See for more about how they are addressing the pandemic.)

It was a good way for us to travel and so worth it. I will be sharing more in the coming days about our journey.  Even as I think about that I find it hard to believe that it has been over a month since we made the trip.

Here I am, typing this on my phone, watching snow fall for the first time this season. How I have missed the writing, the photography, the creative process. It is as if I packed all that in a bag and left it somewhere…maybe while waiting for something else.

Maybe I have been at The Train Station, waiting for this moment to arrive. I am not the same person who wrote that last post because we are always evolving, changing, growing, searching.

Every day brings something new, good or bad. Every road we take leads to more than we thought there would be. Each choice we make has a ripple effect that affects others.

The choice I’m making here is to “unpack”, to stay a while, share a good story now and then, and simply be myself. Maybe the ripples that go out will be good for all.

Meanwhile, don’t be surprised if I get a far off look whenever I hear a train whistle off in the distance.