An Omen, May I Get An Amen!

Arrrghhhh, a bird flew into the front of my car today and feathers flew everywhere! I feared looking at my car’s front grill when I stopped up the road, but when I did look, I couldn’t find a clue of the witnessed murder.

I googled, ‘what does it mean when you kill a bird?’

The answer:

It’s an omen.

3. A Dead Bird

If you’ve seen a dead bird in the road or perhaps you accidentally hit a bird on the road, this usually feels like a bad sign. Actually death is typically a good sign showing us that an end to turmoil or pain is ending. This doesn’t necessarily mean physical death, just a metaphorical death. Perhaps you’re going through heartache of a break-up, perhaps you are struggling to find a job…this dead bird marks the end to your search and struggle. A new beginning is just around the corner.

At that very moment, two hands were shaking across town – a job acceptance.

I’m so sorry, Bird, truly sorry, but now I have a clue that it’s time for us to fly.

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“An Omen – may I get an Amen!”

When the Waves Come Crashing In

I began my solo San Francisco photography trek at 7 AM and finished at 6 PM. It was a day I’ll never soon forget. Incredible. When I got back to my room, I began processing the day’s images. Mid edit, I received a phone call from JJJ, who’s been admitted to the hospital with pneumonia, complicated by lung cancer. I posted this image to my Instagram account, titling it,   “When the Waves Come Crashing In”

After posting, the image was selected by San Francisco | Official Guide’s

Visitors’ Photos of the Day

“Our last visitor photo of the day comes from Rachel (@rpstillworks), who is visiting form Phoenix, but could quite possibly be living here now that San Francisco dominates her feed. We don’t blame her, this city does that to your grid (which you should go check out and report back with your thoughts). Tag your photos with #AlwaysSF to be feature on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter.”

The San Francisco Official Guide pegged that I now consider San Francisco a second home,

but they have no way of knowing that my featured image was titled for my friend from my real home, Phoenix, and image “accolades” were the furthest thing from mind –

it was titled in honor of JJJ as I tried to find balance between the waves of the day’s contentment and waves of my friend’s health concerns

The waves rolled, one right after the other, into my life yesterday in almost seamless fashion.

We’re just doing our thing, rolling along, finding peace, and then wham! we get hit when the waves come crashing in,

We have no choice but to roll with them,

looking for hope,

– celebrating the good –

and not forgetting to breathe.

*hoping for my friend’s breathing and her lungs to heal*

Off the Hook!

The days when we have only our camera phones –

we have to accept these days and make the most of them.

This morning I had only my iPhone camera to photograph this Fish Hook Barrel Cactus’ bloom.

In the old days, our phones didn’t have cameras and our phones didn’t operate unless the receiver was hung on a hook.

If we left a phone off the hook, the phone sounded busy signals and eventually lost its dial tone.

Off the hook, the phone was useless –

In those days,

Being off the hook was bad.

Now days our phones are off the hook non-stop,

ready and available to multi-task,

taking pictures whenever and pretty much wherever we’d like.

These days when we describe something as being, off the hook,

it’s good.

This Fish Hook Barrel Cactus’ blossom

is
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IMG_9587“Off the Hook!”  

However, the bloom will soon be ancient history –

just like old phones.

Those of us who’ve witnessed change

realize change isn’t bad –

Change forces us to hang up old, worn-out ways

that soon will be ancient history and to stop making excuses.

Let’s answer the call by letting the old

off the hook

and by blossoming today.