Sunday, January 30, 2011

That's My Boy

Long day's journey into night began this morning around 5:00 a.m. for son Jordan who ran his second half-marathon. 

Jordan runs by at mile 3, 2 blocks from where he and Stephanie live.

Forest. Forest Gump. He just kept running and running.

Stephanie waited at mile 9 to cheer Jordan to the finish line.
Big boy Clancy congratulates Jordan
How do you spell relief?

 It's over.
Clancy and Daisy crash with Jordan 

This year's medal

It all began before daylight.

Early leaders

Ahead of the pack

Here they come

And more …

And more …

22,000 people started the race.

Keeping the pace in packs

"Keith" has run 13 marathons

High fives



Coming …

… and going

Fans don't mind the rain.

Runners adapt.

Fashion counts

My husband and I stood at this corner for an hour-and-a-half. A balmy day for a foot race.

That joyous moment: home at last.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Flowers for Algernon

Have you read the short story "Flowers for Algernon?"

Required reading for me in the 9th grade, several years later Cliff Robertson starred in a movie called Charly, available on Netflix, based on the prize-winning novel written after the success of the short story. 

Flowers made me remember Algernon, the name of the mouse.

As I searched for some pictures of flowers, it cheered me to remember some of the places I have gone and the things I have seen. Everywhere I go, I notice the flowers.

 Bird of Paradise, at Hotel Del Coronado in San Diego California

Pictures of this purple flower that looks like a cluster of bells and the succulent plants above, which grow in the sand along the beach, were also taken on Coronado Island.

These next three pictures I shot during hikes in the woods. 
The daisy, on a forest floor in either Colorado or New Mexico, has a tiny bug on it. The purple flower grows in A-lask-kaaah. I came across these blue flowers in the middle of Kauai island where the movie Jurassic Park was filmed.

Mary, Mary quite contrary
How does your garden grow? 

That's what I wonder when I see such beautiful flowers, vibrant colors.

   This peony popped up in our flower bed last summer. What a glorious surprise. 

This rose actually grew in my own backyard. 

In Dallas, though, not Lubbock. 

A rose is a rose is a rose … I can almost smell it.