Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You

I decided to do some research on what colors mean to you personally and I am finding it very fascinating.  I am still working other colors and will share more later.  But for now, it’s purple!!

If you love purple . . .

  • Purple people are sensitive and supportive, always thinking of others rather than themselves. However, we must be careful not to get taken advantage of.
  • We love peace and quiet.  That means that we give the impression that we are shy but it truly is not the case.
  • Creative beings?  Yes!  Especially when it comes to our surroundings and appearance, and did I mention that we love all things eclectic and unconventional?
  • Purple beings have a great imagination and we tend to see the world through rose, I mean, purple tinted glasses.  However, we are continually looking for the meaning of life through spirituality.
  • We are generous with our gifts and rarely ask for anything in return.
  • Many of us are very secretive and private.
  • “Purpular” People have difficulty dealing with crowds and choose individuality over trying to copy others.
  • We have a passion for wanting to make this world a better place, many times holding positions where we can help that dream come true.
  • Our spirits are usually high and we love to travel and explore different cultures, not to mention meeting new friends.  We pride ourselves in being good judges of character.
  • At times, we take on too many projects and it can cause us stress.  So we resort to mediation to bring ourselves back to balance.

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Travel theme: Transportation

One of the blogs I follow is Where’s My Backpack?  This week’s topic is transportation which brings me to posting the above photo.
It was the end of the day’s kayak adventure where we paddled to Clam Island, near Craig, Alaska and had a picnic on the beach.  While kayaking may not be the main mode of transportation of most people, it enables one to relax and enjoy Nature, a place to be alone with your thoughts in the vast ocean of the beauty that surrounds you.
It reminds me of a quote by Thornton Wilder:  “We can only be said to be truly alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”

Knowing Myself

The more I know myself, the less I am affected by the opinions and thoughts of others.

About the Photo:  Taken in Hollis, Alaska at the Ferry Terminal during a brief moment before the sun began to set.  If you know anything about that area, it rains a lot, like 120 inches per year.  That’s twelve feet!!  So, seeing the sun, and especially at sunset, it a real treat.

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Change Changes Change

Change is the only constant in life.

Here’s what David Simon said change,  “… the sole, stead-fast friend we can trust.  Move to the new, exciting experiences with ease and grace.  When I look back, I will see the lesson was to propel me further along my journey to enlightenment.”
Change is very important to our happiness and well-being.  But change can also send us in a tizzy of discontent when we resist it.
Many times I view change as a challenge instead of an opportunity.  Take moving, for instance.  I really dislike moving.  It means change in a big way, mostly for me in not knowing where things are.  I am an organized person.  Ask me where something is and I can go straight to it, even if my desk is a mess, I know exactly where it is, be it under the pile of papers or amid other stuff.  When I move from one location to another, everything gets out of order.  It sends shock waves of uncomfortable feelings in the pit of my stomach.
I like things in order. I guess you might say that I like change on my own terms.  I want to be the one to make my decisions when it comes to changing things in my life, rather than when it comes from someone else.  Sometimes the inevitable of accepting it comes hard.
Yet, when I look back on the stresses that change has caused, I realize that it really wasn’t that bad after all.  My focus now must be to embrace change to move me forward on my journey, to start another chapter in my life.  It just takes time to reorganize, hopefully more efficiently and learn from the experience.
I know the more I love and embrace change, the more my life unfolds easily and effortlessly. When I make an effort to breath consciously and live in the now, things really do unfold with ease and less effort. It makes that feeling in my stomach subside too.
Don’t view change as a challenge,  instead view it as an opportunity.  Learn to love change.
Change changes change!
About the photo:  These brilliantly colored trees, untouched by PhotoShop, were photographed in Washington State in mid-October a few years ago.  It doesn’t get more beautiful than this, does it?
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Grow Where You Are Planted

Our world is a reflection of what goes on inside of us.

Life is like a garden.
See the beauty where we are planted, even if we are planted somewhere that feels very foreign to our own nature.

Grow where you are planted.
(I couldn’t resist taking this photo at an airport some years ago.
I knew I would find the right time to use it.)

About the photo: I just love this photograph for the shear use of imagination and not allowing this massive container to be discarded on the beach or side yard, dormant and unproductive.  I also love all things  re-purposed.  (Check out my Pinterest Board.) This photo was taken in the tiny town of Port Protection on Prince of Wales Island.   It is located at the end of the northern road system on the Island.  The only way you can get there is by boat.  Well, I guess you could swim but those waters are c-c-c-cold, even in the summer.  There are only about 50, maybe less,  people that live there, so everyone knows your business.   Ahhhhh!  The pleasures of small town life.

Dreams . . .

“If you can dream it, you can do it.”
Great things start with a dream, a burning desire, and knowing what one wants.  Walt Disney certainly knew the power of his dreams.  The real test is turning them into a reality, an accomplishment few people achieve.
“Our only limitations are those we set up in our own minds.”
Napoleon Hill

Put your Dreams into action!
About the photo:
Taken in Southeast Alaska on Prince of Wales Island.  The beach grasses blowing in the wind caught my eye as a silhouette against the sky’s backdrop.  (“This would make a great painting” she notes to self.)
If you are going to dream, this is the place to do it.


Attitude IS everything!
Victor Frankl said: “Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”
We get to choose our attitude, choose how your day will flow, or how your life will grow.  Choice and attitude go hand in hand.  It’s all up to us.  Positive, negative or indifferent.  We get to choose.  While we can’t always choose what happens to us, we can control our attitude towards what is.  It’s not really so much as what happens as how our mind interprets the circumstance.
About the photo:  I just love this color combination of the shades of green, but mostly the purple, or maybe it’s lavender.  What is that color called betwixt hues and shades?  The paint department at any hardware store would yield many colorful names, I’m sure.
This flower is Bougainvillea, a thorny, woody vine that seems to grow everywhere in warmer climates.  Actually, I would say it is prolifically invasive as it throws it’s limbs over other plants, climbing to amazing heights. And no wonder, it’s one of those plants that is basically pest-free.
I love picking the blooms, which last for a long time and I have also used their petals, (they dry nicely), to scatter color on my garden floor or add to potpourri.  In reading about Bougainvillea, I learned that it can be used as a hanging plant.  I think I am going to try that.
Yes, Bougainvillea has an attitude all its own, a sort of take charge attitude.  It lets nothing stand in its way, climbs to great heights, flowers almost continually and it isn’t bothered by pests.  We should aspire to the attributes of  Bougainvillea.
I shot this photo from the ground looking upwards toward the sky.  I like the way the petals seem almost transparent, exposing the veins in the petals.
And speaking of Attitude, my daughter has a cat appropriately named Addy Tude!

Hard to believe it's been 10 years . . . Tribute to my Dad

The Legacy of Henry Metz

by his Granddaughter Julie

Once upon a time there was a country boy from Eastern Pennsylvania farm country. He had black, black hair and ears
that stuck out a little bit. And he was lean and strong.
Once upon a time, he lived on a farm with his brothers and sisters and their parents, Abram and Flora Metz. They spoke Pennsylvania Dutch and they went to the Mennonite Church. Abram had a slaughterhouse and farmed fifty acres of corn and wheat.
The country boy went to school for a while but then he had to help his family on the farm. There was a lot of work to do.
It was the great depression, but the country boy didn’t seem to notice. His family provided their own food, worked on the
farm and ran the slaughterhouse, same as always.
Once upon a time, the country boy grew up to be a man. He didn’t want to fight in the war because he was a peace loving
man, so he volunteered as a conscientious objector.
Once upon a time, he met a city girl from Jersey, married her, and brought her to the country, and tried to teach her how to
drive. She was from a big Italian family. I don’t imagine he knew quite what he was getting into. But she was stunningly
beautiful. And later on, in that Italian family, he would become everybody’s favorite uncle.
He brought his new wife to Abram and Flora’s farm and there they lived with his two brothers and their brides. He
worked in the slaughterhouse and drove the meat truck, ringing the bell as he got to each customer’s house.
Abram gave him thirteen acres and he had a house built for his bride, Rachele, and their new daughter, right
down the road from the family homestead. Henry would live on this road all of his life, from the day he was born, to the day
he died.
He and Rachele had another daughter. Now their family was complete.
They built a dog kennel on their property to breed and board dogs. And their place would never be without a dog for the
next forty-five years. And later, their children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren would return to Henry and
Rachele’s house with various dogs in tow: Spaniels that hunted, hounds that howled, dogs with spots and fast little terriers,
and a dog as big as a pony.
Henry doted on the dogs, but more than that, he doted on his grandchildren. He taught them how to fish and how to find
an Indian arrowhead in Mr. Mack’s cornfield. He took them walking in the woods and splashing in the creek.
And off he went to work everyday, at Landis’ Butcher Shop now, since the Metz slaughterhouse was gone, with his lunch
pail of butter and chicken sandwiches made by Rachele.
And home he’d come to clean and feed the dogs in the kennel. He’d drop his coat with the fresh smell of meat from the
butcher shop on the floor where a dog was always waiting for it– expecting it, really– to make a perfect napping spot.
He drank his coffee and ate his supper at the head of the table where he could look out the window and spot pheasants in
the field.
He hunted and fished and worked hard. He retired early and he took Rachele around the country. They picked
blueberries in Alaska and ate lobster in Maine. They fished in Florida. They went to see bears in Canada. They went to the rodeoand to the mountains.
Great grandchildren came along, and like their parents before them, Henry smiled that smile that could light up a room and
went to get his fishing rods.
And through his quiet way, his sense of humor and his heart of pure gold, he taught them all the most important things in
Keep peace in your family and in the world.
Be honest.
Trust in God.
Give all the time and love to your family that you can possibly fit into a day.
Laugh a lot.
Do what is your passion.
and . . .
Always keep a warm, loyal dog by your side.
Henry G.Metz
May 15, 1917 to August 6, 2002

The last photo taken of Dad doing what he loved to do.

Thanks Julie.  I couldn’t have described his life better.

Mom and Dad has come to visit me in Alaska in late July of 2002.  On August 5th Dad and I went out fishing with two other friends.  While he was “out fishing” all of us, he had a heart attack and passed away on August 6th, ten years ago today. 
He fulfulled his dream of coming to Alaska one more time to fish for the big one!
Never take those you love for granted because you never know what you’ve got til it’s gone.
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