Sunday, December 15, 2013

REVERB 13..Day 15 Sensory highlights


Give us a sensory tour of 2013. How would you describe the year that’s passing in terms of:
Sight? Sound? Smell? Taste? Touch?

What a fun and interesting way to describe the passing year. The places I been and things I have done this year were memorable to say the least.




It started with wandering of the streets of San Francisco.
 







Watching and listening to the sounds of people communicating with hands, voices, dances and instruments of all types.








Dreaming and enjoying that I had the privilege of touching age old buildings 









and marveled on the millions of feet that had walked the same path as I.

 

Loving the smells that can be found in no city other then the one on the bay called Frisco. 








A city with a multitude of different ethnic backgrounds and places to enjoy their ethnicity. 









Art on every street corner 








and in every alley 




and along every street.









Traveling on foot across the marvel of the Golden gate bridge, 








all the while regaling in the sea air and the boats below as they practiced their craft.





Knowing when I left that I would someday return to the sights, sounds and taste of San Francisco. 

In the spring a hot air balloon ride gave me the opportunity of looking at Orlando, Florida from high up in the sky and realizing anew, after seeing fresh water lakes and retention ponds choked by the pollution of human footprints, just how fragile our Eco-system is . Wondering all the while if our earth will survive us for another billion years and what it will look like if it does. 

Time was spent in November reminiscing of years long gone while sitting under  a 500 year old Live Oak in Jacksonville, Florida watching my granddaughter wed her love. 





Wishing for her marriage the same healthy and happy longevity I have enjoyed with mine. Feeling the raindrops on her wedding day and wondering if they were the tears of her long deceased mother crying in happiness for her first born.




Winding down the year enjoying the out of doors on Thanksgiving Day by walking into a giant sink hole called The Devil's Millhopper Sinkhole Geological State Park in Gainesville Florida. 






All the while gazing in awe at the eons peeking through the landscape in the form of plants growing upside down and rocks, older then imaginable covered with moss that provides a domicile for small inhabitants.  



Water trickling down in rivulets, as it has been doing for ages upon ages nourishing the aquifers that provide us with clean pure water to drink. All the while relishing the dank earth smell that permeates the air.



And now we will end the year by spending Christmas Eve with my daughter and some family members where we will enjoy festivities and a repast at both her home and finishing up Christmas day at my grandson's home.  Then to return and do it all over again with my son and his family on the last day of the year. 

It has been a year filled with the wonders of sights, sounds, smells tastes and touches. Of wonderful people, events, options and decisions. A hard act to follow!

6 comments:

  1. Oh Darlene! Hallelujah! This blog entry that you have written celebrating the senses of your 2013 is so rich in image and words! What is fun for me is that I have spent some of this sense journey with you in earlier blogs. I love and admire is how you assembled it here. Thank you!

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    1. Thank you Ruth. I appreciate your reading through some of the same stuff as before. It was hard to find photos that were different then what had been posted before and still work with the story line. I did especially enjoy this prompt...It was a fun one.

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  2. Love! Love! Love the pictures and your blog!

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  3. What a wonderful way to follow you through your journey of 2013. You've created a beautiful sort of diary/album, Darlene. It's put together so well, like a professional might do except your rendition is from your heart.
    Love you, Sis

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