away from the traveling show

©2011 gary garbett.com

A number of things stood out today that I usually miss in the routine of days.

·  A handwritten letter expressed friendship.
·  There was a dead snake in the middle of the road. I saw it just after noticing a white hair on my forearm.
·  The strength of a wind blown American flag snapped crisply from high atop the pole.
·  Leaning up against a roadside stand was a weathered plywood painted sign. The message read: Tomatoes 3 for $1.
·  A passing stranger offered me a good morning greeting. I smiled and returned the sentiment.

solitaire

©2011 gary garbett.com

Some of my most memorable conversations were only heard by myself.

not seen angels

©2011 gary garbett.com

I've known people who I'm sure will one day be an angel, but I've never actually seen one. I did however see where they cross the street.

minus the hours of a day's travel

©2011 gary garbett.com

Traveling the same rural stretch of two-lane byway for miles and miles numerous times each week, I frequently miss the beauty. My cameras help me remember what I saw with open eyes.

value of a moment

©2011 gary garbett.com

The advent of the pace our society has created astounds me. We want everything now. Sometimes even that isn't quick enough. Upon receiving it, at that instantaneous second, it's already become old news, incompatible, or a generation or two behind. We wait for little and the idea of working towards something better has become a burdensome chore rather than a rewarding goal. 

She sees the day far clearer and with less obstructions than I ever will. She’s my spark of hope in this disposable world. To her, life matters. Today matters. A hello, a minute together, and a cookie… they all matter. I taught her obedience a long time ago. In return, she teaches me the value of a moment every single day.

tainting mother nature's beauty

©2011 gary garbett.com

During a casual summer weekend drive, I saw the markings of an approaching election campaign scaring the beauty of the pristine rural landscape. Even in all of her glory passing by with a 50 MPH motion blur, the ugliness is far too difficult for Mother Nature to hide.