Be A Miracle Worker



Who doesn't love a newborn?  No judgments, no mistakes; they are perfect just as they are.  Each one is a miracle.


And each one will have the chance to create miracles in his own life.  Miracle workers are everywhere, and I see them every day.  They are disguised as ordinary people; teachers, cashiers, nurses, artists, sales clerks, policemen, mothers and fathers...


If we love what we do and see it as a ministry to help and encourage people, no matter what our profession or place in life, we will cause miracles to happen all around us.


An example:  my friend Cori Beth.


  


Cori Beth is a first grade teacher.  She wipes noses, wipes bottoms, breaks up fights, cleans up throw-up, cleans up poop while teaching social graces, responsibility, right from wrong, truth from lies....oh, and also the alphabet, colors, math, science, as well as teaching children how to read.


I have seen her throwing up in a trashcan in the hall while at the same time maintaining order in the classroom, waiting for her sub to arrive so she could go home.  


If you are looking for a hero, look no further than a first grade teacher who really cares.  Cori Beth is one of those teachers.


Cori Beth is pregnant with her first child, due on Leap Day.  She has been looking forward to becoming a mom for a long time and is very excited to meet her baby son.  She has carried this baby with unusual grace while teaching 20 needy, hungry souls, minds and bodies each day.  When I see her with her class at school, I almost forget that she is pregnant, in spite of the obvious, because she is so focused on her students.  She is a teacher.  And she is creating miracles on a daily basis.


An encourager to her peers, she (honestly) always has a smile on her face (even at 7:30 in the morning) and a kind word to say.  Well, almost always...I did mention she is a first-grade teacher, right?  She does not waste precious time on pettiness that we sometimes find ourselves engaging in at the workplace. Her words are kind, uplifting, caring and funny.  She enjoys her work, her co-workers and most days her students.






 Cori Beth does not complain of normal pregnancy issues despite being on her feet all day long, and when I press her for how she is feeling, she will sometimes come up with a brief sentence containing the phrase, 'a little tired.'  Cori  Beth has chosen a job in which she puts others first in order to minister to those who need a miracle on a daily basis.  And because of that, she makes miracles happen all around her.


My friend is an inspiration to me.  I have enjoyed her company for almost four years, and I admire her very much.  I wanted to take some pregnancy photos of her as a gift of appreciation for our friendship and celebration of her motherhood.  We took these photos after school one day last week and as I loaded them onto my computer later, I was struck by her beauty.  She had no children pulling on her, interrupting her words, requiring her discipline; no ponytail, no glasses, no books or papers.  She was just my friend, relaxing after a long day, talking about her baby while I photographed her.






Her beauty shines, not only because she is beautiful, but because she has the inner beauty of one who chose to be a miracle worker.  It is so easy to be overwhelmed by our problems, the problems of the world and those of our families.  We wish for a miracle, not realizing that the miracle can be found in us, and by what we choose to do.  When ordinary people decide to make a difference in their own home, workplace, and community, things change and miracles do happen.  We have all seen it in our own lives.


We can't change everything and we can't be perfect.  But we can make a decision to be our  best self and go make something that seemed impossible possible.   And if we just do that, it will make all the difference in the world.






  




Seen Any Good Movies Lately?


Seriously, has anyone seen any good movies lately?
Apparently not.

Oscar nominations came out this week, and the attendance numbers for the best picture nominees are so low that it seems I am not the only one who has yet to see any of the movies up for Best Picture.

That is a first for me.

I have always loved going to the movies.  As a child, I enjoyed going to see the (Walt) Disney movies with my family;  "The Parent Trap" with Haley Mills was my favorite.  I remember the first movie I went to with a friend without parental escorts.  I don't remember the name of my friend, but I do remember the name of the movie:  "Tammy Tell Me True"  with Sandra Dee.   The movie came out in 1961.  I was 9 years old, and I can still remember the theater, and where we were seated...I loved that movie, and I was officially in love with the entire movie experience.

Movie-going was part of my life as I grew up; it was always my favorite thing to do on a date (still is!),  although it is a rare treat for me these days.  When I moved from a small town to Dallas, I finally had the opportunity to go to any movie any time my heart desired.  My movie-going experience escalated to a new level.  I averaged at least two movies a week, and I had several favorite (amazing) theaters. I loved going to movies on opening night, midnight movies, classic movies, film festivals, double features...and I could always find some redeeming value in each movie.

I knew which theaters made the best popcorn with real butter (very essential to the ultimate movie-going experience), which ones were the least likely to have audience interference ( a huge pet peeve), and which ones attracted audiences most likely to applaud at the end in appreciation of art well-created.  When I made the decision to move to The Wilderness, I knew that the movies would be one of the things I missed most about city life.

My Aspen daughter came to visit my Dallas daughter last weekend and I met them there Friday night.  We had a great weekend,  as we always do when we are together.  A fun surprise:  as an early birthday celebration for me, they took me out to my favorite Mexican food restaurant, and to a movie at a relatively new theater, one which has topped the (long) list as my all-time-ever very favorite theater.

Unfortunately, the movie choices were not great for the times that we could go, and we had to make a second, then a third, and finally a last choice selection.  We had looked forward to it, and the three of us can pretty much sit through anything at the movie theater.  We underestimated how bad this movie might be.....when you find yourself reaching for the remote, you know it is just not the greatest.

But how bad can it be, really?  When you are with your two daughters and having a great time laughing at a bad movie....it is who you are with, not what you are doing, right?

And I have to say that the oversized leather recliner chairs, the blanket and pillow, supper delivered by well-dressed waiters to our individual table could have had something to do with not really caring that much about what was on the screen.  And of course, there was the great company....

One of the (many) surprises upon moving to The Wilderness:   I have not missed the movies like I thought I would.  But I always enjoy going when I have the opportunity.  A good movie can be a great experience.  But even a bad movie can be a lot of fun if you are in the best of company.

And in a leather recliner....with a pillow and blanket....and food delivered and drinks refilled at your seat....I am just saying....

So even though it is not as much fun if you haven't seen any of the Academy Award Best Picture nominees, it is still a fun tradition to make popcorn with real butter, get comfy in your chair of choice with your favorite quilt, and watch the Oscars.

And for the ultimate experience, share your popcorn with someone you love.

(I took this photo on a recent trip to Dallas---I was walking down the street one evening and spotted these wonderful old movie reels, welded together in the most interesting way.  I loved them!)

Is Anyone Out There?




I took this photo of my granddaughter, Zoe (age 6), at the end of a community theater musical production a couple of months ago.  It was a USO show and she led the pledge of allegiance and sang, "You're a Grand 'Ol Flag."  

I came across this photo earlier today as I was trying to figure out what to write about on this post.  When I have been away from something for a while, it is hard for me to get going again.  Like dieting.  Or exercising.  Or, actually,  doing just about anything I know I should do, but get out of the habit of doing.

I have neglected my blog for a couple of months and have been wanting to start posting again, but haven't been inspired as to how to bridge the silence gap.  When I saw this photo, it said what I was thinking:  I wonder if anyone is listening....

I caught Zoe in a very short reflective moment before she left the theater stage to go home.  It looked to me like she was hesitating to leave after such a fun show.  I had no intention of leaving my blog, but life interrupts our fun projects sometimes and we have to find our way back.  And if anyone is still listening, thank you and I vow to  meet you here regularly and often this year.

Now if I could just say the same about that diet and exercise thing....

Dog's New Year's Resolution

A dog's New Year's Resolution: I will not chase that stick unless I actually see it leave his hand!                                                                                   
Anonymous






Happy New Year from the Taylor House to your house. 

(These photos of Boi and Kobi were actually taken the day before New Year's Eve in our front yard.   I think fall has officially come to The Wilderness in the South.  I am always hopeful to go through the winter needing a sweater, but not a coat.  I can usually do that here--it is great.  The trees have been magnificent during this unusually long autumn season.)

Start the New Year with a Kiss

A fun New Year's message!

My niece shared this video with me this morning and I was in a hurry and almost didn't watch it.  I am so glad I did---how can you watch Disney and not feel happy? 

And how can you not start the New Year with a kiss?


May all our days in 2012 start and end with a kiss.
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The Light of Christmas


May the Light of Christmas shine brightly on you and your loved ones today...






and tomorrow and forever after.

Merry Christmas.



Win a Weekend in Santa Fe!

Let's win an all-expense paid weekend at the most beautiful inn/spa in Santa Fe, New Mexico!

 

I entered a photo contest, Show Us Your Santa Fe, and the winner, as well as one lucky voter, will be the guest of the Inn on the Alameda for the weekend of our choice sometime in the next six months.  (The contest is sponsored by The Inn on the Alameda and Facebook.)

How fun will that be?  We spent a few days in Santa Fe last month and cannot wait to go back.  It is so beautiful, unique, and COOL, as in no triple digit temperatures.  We absolutely loved it.

Your vote qualifies you for the drawing---and when we both win, we can meet at the wonderful Mexican restaurant we found--- My treat!

Thanks if you do vote and thanks if you already voted. 

See you in Santa Fe!

These are the steps to making the vote count---

Go to this site:
 
Click on the SHOW US YOUR SANTA FE icon in the left column
You may have to Like the facebook page, then click on VIEW ENTRIES
Click on my photo, (if you still want to vote for me, after all this!!!)
THEN my photo should come up on a new page and you must click on the big blue vote button on the right.  That will record the vote and you should see the number change.

Thanks for helping out---and good luck!

A Miracle of Love



Once upon a time, a young man and a young lady happened to be at the same community gathering.  They observed each other from a distance, but did not meet that day.  Before the event was over, the young lady told a friend, "That is the man I am going to marry."

And she did.

After living happily for a year or so, they wanted to have a family.  Immediately after finding out she was expecting, the mother-to-be called family and friends, not even waiting for a "Hello" before she joyfully announced, "We are pregnant!"  The father-to-be could not stop smiling. He was going to be a dad; he was going to have a son.

And then one day, when it was almost time, she was admitted to the hospital where she stayed for several weeks, her husband never leaving her side.  The dreaded  prognosis:  there was a chance neither she nor her baby would survive.

But she did.

After the funeral for their son, the young man and young lady began their grieving process, and went to work putting their lives back together.  Their love grew stronger, their smiles returned and their joy for each other and for life itself was contagious and inspiring to all who know them.
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They were told they most likely would not be able to realize their dream of having children. But, they persisted,  consulted numerous doctors, and were finally released to pursue their dreams of parenthood once again. They were blessed with a healthy pregnancy, another son, and so much joy.

Their baby arrived this week. Everything went absolutely perfectly.  Homecoming was a joyous one. The nursery this time is occupied with life and laughter and a miracle.

I believe miracles happen around us every day.  But every once in a great while, one comes along that is so amazing, joyous, and life-altering that it takes my breath away.

This miracle is named Mason.





The end.
And the beginning.

The Happiness List # 1: The Butterfly and the Beatles
























It is virtually impossible to not feel happy while listening to oldies music.
Something by the Beatles.
Something like:  "All My Loving."

I guarantee it will contribute greatly to your overall happiness factor.

(This beautiful, battered butterfly lived in Washington DC when I photographed him.  He was resting on a nondescript concrete wall and I thought he deserved more beautiful surroundings....like floating through the sky, the clouds, and some Beatles music.)

Happy Finally Friday!

Love Letter to America




Oh beautiful for spacious skies



For amber waves of grain


For purple mountain majesties 

























Above the fruited plain




America, America, God shed His grace on thee




















































And crown thy good with sisterhood




From sea to shining sea.




We had a wonderful vacation and are trying to re-adjust to the work routine and the hot, dry weather.  
We weren't ready to leave.
But it is so good to be home.



Time to Fly!



"Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life
 than the one he has chosen."
---Henry Miller




I love this new baby bird.  He is so brave.

He was born/hatched in a nest in a flower pot on our front porch last spring.
We had been waiting for the babies to appear, and finally, we heard their hungry sounds and watched the parents flying to and from the nest, finding food and feeding babies.

Roy was anxious to show them to me soon after they hatched.  He tilted the flower pot so gently so I could see the babies huddled down inside, waiting on their supper to arrive.  Then to our great surprise, this brave baby bird flew out of the nest.  I am sure he was trying to escape whatever harm he thought we might be bringing. I know he was scared (can you tell?) but I was so impressed with his courage,  going out into the world alone not knowing what he would find.

However, he hadn't had his flying lessons yet---and he floated straight down.  He was so tiny! He just stood there on his wobbly legs, blinking for a few minutes.  After the initial shock wore off, he gave it another try, and this time he made it.  He actually flew; and even though it was a crooked, wobbly flight, he made it safely back into the nest.

I love that he was so brave.  He headed out into the unknown, not sure what was waiting for him.  But he wanted to find out, and he had a great adventure.  I am sure he had quite a story to tell his brothers and sisters when he got safely home.  And I suspect flying lessons were put on the agenda for the very next day!

I wanted to share that story because I also want to share some news with you.  I can relate to that baby bird:  it is time to for me to try my own wings, and head out on my own great adventure.

I have spent this summer laying the groundwork for a new business.  My wonderful husband and I have been talking about this for a long time.  We did a lot of research and talked to a lot of people, some experts in this area and some trusted friends and family members.  We decided to go for it, and after a long summer of preparation, I am excited to share the news with you. As of this blog posting, we are officially in business!

We are opening an online business with a shop on Etsy, an online marketplace where my photographs will be available.  I will not be talking about it much here, but I did want to extend an invitation to my blog friends to stop by Etsy and visit.  I am so fortunate, blessed and happy to have so many loyal readers who visit regularly from all over the world. I have been writing this blog for almost five years, and every time I look at the statistics, I am humbled.  And it is you I wanted to tell first, and invite your comments and suggestions.  The link to my shop, Pamela Joy Artography, is listed on the right, under the photographs.

I have to admit, there have been a few days this summer when I had the same look on my face as this baby bird!  Ok, maybe more than a few...it has been an amazing project, overwhelming and exhausting at times.  But it is exciting to add this new dimension to our lives, and we are up for whatever awaits us.

I feel as though I have spent the summer taking flying lessons, and I am looking forward to a great adventure.
And a strong set of wings.

Drive-By Shootings



Summertime always means vacation time for me, even if I never leave my home to go anywhere.
I could do that.
Summer is a little slice of heaven for me.

But if we are lucky, summertime includes a pack-your-bags, take-the-doggies-to-summer-camp, travel-to-someplace-new kind of vacation.  And for the third summer in a row, we are very lucky.

And of course, traveling for me means capturing the beauty of new places with my camera. Sometimes, that can turn into quite a challenge.

Last summer, we traveled by car rather than by plane. And I  came up with a phrase to describe the  frustration challenge of a photographer riding shotgun in an automobile driven by a Man on a Mission.

The mission:  to get to the planned destination in the safest, most timely way possible.
('Timely way' does not factor in Woman With Camera.)

The phrase: Drive-By Shooting (or maybe more appropriate, guerilla photography).
Both phrases describe a frustrating scenario.
For Woman With Camera, not for Man on Mission.

Last summer, we took a road trip from the southern end of this country to the northern area; we drove from Western Louisiana to Washington, DC.  It was one of the greatest trips of our lives, we still agree, and when we got home we both felt as though we could turn the car around and do it all over again.  The best kind of vacation, right?

We saw so many amazing things.  Unfortunately, many of them were out of the window of a vehicle speeding down a crowded highway with no place to stop. (Translation for those of  you who are not photographers:  no place to get out and take the photograph that is begging to be taken.)
No matter how much whining came from Woman with Camera.  And to be fair, Man on Mission did try to stop when the speed of traffic and narrow highway would allow him to do so, without risking our lives in the process.  He is amazingly patient with this crazy woman he ended up with as his traveling companion.  I came home with---and still have---many photographs in my head that I was unable to capture, in spite of my attempts at drive-by shooting .

However, sometimes it works.  Evidence of this fact:   these three scenes from our drive through the Appalachian Mountains. All captured while traveling at a speed in excess of 70 mph.


We are about to embark on a another great road trip, to visit our daughter in Aspen, Colorado.  How thoughtful of her to get a great job in the beautiful state of Colorado so that we can escape the oppressive heat of the South and go chill out with her in the mountains.  She always was very considerate that way.

I will most likely take my camera.

I will most likely have it in my hand most of the time.

And I am hoping that the drive-by shootings can be kept to a minimum.

We had decided to take a couple of extra days so that we could leisurely make our way, stopping often to record the beauty we will surely see along the way.  Then something wonderful happened:  our three oldest granddaughters qualified for the national tournament in fast-pitch softball, so we are making a pit stop along the way for a couple of days.  That means that we will not have as much time to make leisurely stops on our journey....so I will likely be challenged once again to participate in the fine wild art of drive-by shooting.


But I will take the trade-off any day.  That also means that we will get to spend a few days watching three amazing athletes who also happen to be ours.  Not only are they just plain fun to hang out with, but those girls do know their way around a softball field!

Photos to follow....no drive-by shooting necessary!

Have a Wonderful July 4th!





Citizens by birth or choice, of a common country:  that country has a right to your affections. The name of AMERICAN, which belongs to you, in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of Patriotism.
GEORGE WASHINGTON, farewell address, Sep. 19, 1796



This photo of the Washington Monument was taken last summer as we walked across The Mall.

Happy Birthday, Little Brother!



Today is my brother's birthday.  He is the best brother ever.  He is very special to me.

When I need a friend, he is my friend.  When I need a big brother, he is my big brother.  When I have needed an adviser, he was my adviser.   When I have needed a grievance counselor, financial counselor, career counselor, he was the one I turned to, and he was always there for me.

He has been a rock for me in the past when I was alone and needed a rock.  He is a great rock.

I figure he probably threw a party when I married Roy and he was released of his Rock Responsibilities.

I made this fabric photo piece one summer for a photo/art class I was teaching while I lived in Dallas.  It was close to my brother's birthday, and I made it thinking I would give it to him.  The class loved the concept of using their photos with fabric,  and their projects turned out great.  Then, for some reason, I decided he probably wouldn't like it, and so I still have it.  I am kind of glad I do.....maybe it is time to take it out of a box and put it in a frame.

 I believe the photo was taken one Easter.  He was a cutie even back then, and has always been and still is a very handsome man.  He is a superintendent of schools in a large city in Texas.  I am very proud of him for the work he does, but even more for the man he is.

He is a man of great character.

Like our Dad.

Happy Birthday, Gar.

Happy Birthday, Emily!

What I wanted most for my daughter was that she be able to soar confidently in her own sky, whatever that may be.
-- Helen Claes












I hope your day is a special as you deserve it to be, Sweet Girl.....
and that it includes red velvet cake for breakfast!



Do You Wanna Dance?



Do you want to dance and hold my hand
Tell me baby I'm your lover man
Oh baby do you want to dance?

Do you want to dance under the moonlight
Hold me baby all through the night
Oh baby
Do you want to dance?


Courtesy of The Beach Boys and the so-fun summer of '65
(that was just a couple of years ago, right?)



Everyone should spend a weekend dancing every now and then, don't you think?  
I participated in ballroom dancing for almost ten years in Dallas,  before I moved to The Wilderness (and became a Baptist preacher's wife!) and I loved it so much.  Dancing is just a fun, happy thing to do.  

And now it is so much fun watching my granddaughters, Zoe and Lucy, dance!  This is the third year I have gone to the big dance recital in Dallas, and it was the first one for Lucy.  She has watched her sister perform and (possibly even more importantly) receive flowers for the last two years, and this year the girl was all over it!  She told me, "Grana, for today,  my name is Cinderella.  Call me Cinderella, not Lucy, today."
  
Of course I did!

It was a fast-paced, fun-filled weekend of tutus, foam rollers, ballet slippers, tap shoes, music, applause, tiaras, hats, flowers, and most importantly, having a great time performing and feeling "very fancy" for a day.








I still have my shoes...
Hmmm....