Tuesday Photo Challenge – Reflection

Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by “Dutch goes the Photo.”

The theme this week is “Reflection”

Many years ago, on a solo visit to Coronado, California, I captured this close-up moment of reflection…as the waves rolled out over the sand…
On my favorite beach.
On a beautiful sunny day in June.
Where the uniquely colored sand just sparkles.

If I didn’t know better, I would have guessed I had struck gold.

Coronado Beach 


The leaves are turning!
The leaves are turning!

I was out for a walk today.
Music playing through my earbuds.
I saw this and paused.
The late afternoon light at my favorite angle.

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Quote of the Day…

For me, writing something down is the only road out.”

Anne Tyler



Ah…but where?
Where to start that road?  The way out.
Gotta begin digging somewhere. Turning over rocks. Roots. Dirt.
The perfect spot.
Or the less than perfect spot…but the best spot.

Which direction…right…left…forward…backward?
Prepare the foundation. For strength. Support.
Begin at the middle? the end?
Curb? Maybe no curb. Perhaps it will be wider than normal.
That’s okay.

And those trees. In the way? Or build around them?
Maybe no trees.
Maybe flowers instead.
Color it up.
Or not.


A proper base for the layer of asphalt. Maybe concrete.
Or perhaps just throw down some gravel and be done with it.
Or forget the fancy stuff and pack down the dirt.
After all it’s just a road.
But it’s your road.

How does one find this road?…that’s up to you.

A sign.
A name.
So travelers will know.
It’s your road out.




A Photo a Week Challenge: Water

Nancy Merrill Photography is hosting a photo challenge:


The theme this week is water.

I have two photos to contribute.

Did you know that summer squash is 94% water?
Even though it (and its cousin the zucchini) overtake local gardens by the end of the summer, I still enjoy these summer vegetables over and over. Sliced, chopped, steamed, roasted…and in a cheese casserole if so inspired.
One day the light was right and the cut squash cooperated…



…from summer
to winter…

One February morning, I raised the shade and found this!
Water where I didn’t want it….




“It’s just paper”

That’s what the woman at the outdoor flea market told me. I asked her about the stacks of postcards, letters and old black & white photographs on display. Bundled in piles or open in plastic bins to thumb through. A musty smell hung over the tables, reminiscent of old boxes forgotten in an attic – or basement – for decades.

Everything for sale.

These collections are personal. Handwritten postcards, in childish script, to Gramma and Grampa postmarked 1945 from a vacation spot in Florida. Carefully posed serious groups of family members circa 1920 (?). A wedding party from the 1940’s (said the seller, based on the suits worn by the men). And letters written home from soldiers during World War II. I started to open one, but when I realized what it was, I just couldn’t unfold it. Put it back. Invasion of privacy.

“Where did you get all this?” I asked.

A shrug of the shoulders. “Oh, everywhere. Estate sales. Other flea markets.”

I still didn’t understand.

“What about the families these are from?” I asked, looking into the smiling faces of women in their Sunday best. Long dresses and fancy hats.

I kept getting the same answers. Families don’t want it. There was no family left to take it.

But every photo has a story! Someone wrote that postcard and I’ll bet someone loved receiving it. It was important. To someone. It’s not just paper.

And now being sold to strangers. To gawk at or buy and sell at a profit. Photos spread outside on tables in the full sun, curling and fading fast. Like yesterday’s newspaper.

I don’t get it. And I don’t have a solution for other alternatives – on what to do with all the…paper.

Today – at the latest flea market – I heard a term I had not paid much attention to before.

We get all kinds of ephemera, one seller mentioned.

Ephemera? I asked.

Yeah, it’s just paper – things that have been around a long timePeople collect it.

So, when I got home I looked it up – not Wikipedia, but Merriam Webster no less…

Definition of ephemera

plural ephemera also ephemerae play  \i-ˈfe-mər-ē, -ˈfem-rē\ or ephemeras

1: something of no lasting significance —usually used in plural

2: ephemera pluralpaper items (such as posters, broadsides, and tickets) that were originally meant to be discarded after use but have since become collectibles


“Something of no lasting significance”  – this caught my attention.


No lasting significance? To who?

And…if that’s the case, why collect it?

I also wonder…if someday there is no ephemera to collect, to sell, to display under the hot sun – when postcards and private letters are completely replaced by email. When all photos are digital. And “what is meant to be discarded” is permanently erased by the click of a delete button or a cloud power surge. No going back. No undo.

Because as we know, the “cloud” is just scores of huge buildings with hard drives & machinery humming away somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Full of terabytes of our future ephemera. Which will never end up at a flea market.

But what about our children’s children’s children? How will they know of who came before?


I did not buy any photos at the flea market. Or postcards. Or letters.

However – a real family photo – is below. And in a photo album on my shelf.

My great grandparents on their wedding day in 1905.

It is not ephemera.



Tuesday Photo Challenge – Treat

Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by “Dutch goes the Photo.”


The theme this week is “Treat” and my first thought was…

Coronado, California. Specifically the public beach near the Hotel Del.  If I could transport myself back there – even for just an afternoon – now that would truly be a Treat.

Coronado Beach 2006