March 7, 2015

2015-03-07“Look up!”  This is what I learned when I lived in Spain, as a college exchange student.  I was always, continually, completely and totally… lost.  I have no sense of direction, and Sevilla is full of curvy streets that lose even the best navigators.

Today I was cross country skiing with a friend who has seen my posts of “Beauty of the Day” on my personal Facebook page.  But she wondered why I was doing this?  Was it just a photography project, she asked?

I explained to her about Spain, and my life there.  I told her how I really knew nothing about the langua2015-03-07cge when I arrived, and how the mother of the family made fun of me for it.  I explained how I spent far too much time searching for markings on the walls of the buildings, usually graffiti that was spray painted on in a haphazard fashion… or looking down, avoiding trash and dog droppings, making sure that I didn’t twist an ankle on the way to class on the uneven cobble stoned streets. I had very little money to spend, and I missed my family terribly.  Although I was very determined that I’d never return home early, especially after my family had sacrificed for me to be able to go, my mood often matched the depressing streets I stared at.

One day–I don’t remember why–I finally looked up.  2015-03-07b+The sky was a gorgeous shade of blue.  And the giralda–a golden-colored statue that soars on the highest church tower there–glittered and shown.  It was beautiful!

From that point on, whenever I find myself dwelling too long on the negatives, I remind myself to “look up”.  Literally.  Figuratively.  Physically.

It always works, too.



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February 1, 2015

2015-02-01Driving home from Mt. Snow, where my kids were skiing and snowboarding today, we saw this mass of frozen waterfall on the side of the road.  My oldest son said it was a great option for “beauty of the day”, and so when I pulled over, he took the shot for me.  (And I love that he thought of this!)

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