Life Through My Lens - Gathering storm...

This is the sight that greeted me as I walked out of school this evening. 

Dark and ominous on one side, brilliant and blue on the other.

Kind of like my day today....

A lot like life...

We cannot stop the storms that gather, but we can endure them and enjoy the beautiful times between.

A day at the beach... sort of...

Saturday started out on a beautiful - if warm - note. A few clouds dotted the horizon, but they didn't appear too threatening. After running a few errands, I thought I would talk a little jaunt in my trusty vehicle. I headed through Elgin towards the base of the Book Cliffs. I followed the increasingly rough road toward what locals call "The Beach" but which is more formally called Gray Canyon. I thought I'd take my camera with me and see what I could capture through my lens on this impromptu outing.

This critter and friends crossed right in front of my car as they left the river bank after having quenched their thirst. 

After pausing for the sheep crossing.... (no there wasn't a sign...lol) I continued on further to see what else I could capture. Here a few photos of the ruggedly beautiful area I call home.

Life Through My Lens - Day 1 - Mission accomplished....

Today was the first day of school for the year. The days and weeks leading up to this day have been fraught with hours of preparation, hoping for everything to go well in both of my roles. I have to say that today felt like a success. Here's to 179 more... :)

As evening approached, I took my camera to the banks of the Rio Verde and snapped a couple of shots to remember the day by. It was a lovely end to a great day.

Anticipation... (with gratitude to Carly Simon...)

Carly was kind enough to put to music some a bit of the way I am feeling as the beginning of school draws near...

Anybody else feel the mix of eager anticipation and barely contained panic at this time of the year?

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A sense of school...

The smell of new crayons filling the autumn air

The sound of crisp, clean pages turning 

The pointed touch of sharpened lead

The sight of polished floors and painted doors

The flavor of an apple, gifted

All signaling a new beginning