When I was young I pulled an old Ansel Adams calendar to pieces and tacked them up all around the wall. The striking images soothed me. Ansel was once quoted as saying it didn’t so much matter what you thought when you saw a photo but what you felt.

This is what I feel:

Lonely. This is from an old park by my work and it’s always empty. I can almost hear the children voices fading away in the distance.

Intimidated. This is a building on the base just around the corner from where I drop my daughter each day. Every day I go by it I am amazed at how big it seems. A few days ago I sloshed through the wet grass to get a better view. I clicked away and then hurried and got out of there. I hate to make trouble and wanted to leave quickly before anyone asked me any questions. (Dad- does that sound familiar?)

Happy. This is a butterfly feeder we found in the butterfly sanctuary in Australia. There couldn’t be a sweeter place.

Quiet and contemplative. This was in Port Douglas, Australia. We sat there at the pier resting while the kids ran around burning off some energy before we all climbed back in the bus back to Cairns.

Nostalgic. When my oldest lost her first tooth, the tooth fairy came to visit. She left a nice little gift and tied it with a sweet bow to the doorknob. My oldest insisted that she put it under the pillow but I told her that she needed to use the doorknob!

Okay now it’s your turn… please tell me what you feel when looking at the photos. I’m looking for lots of audience participation on this one!!