December 18, 2010 marked the date of the first LadyBudd post. It was short, and simply welcomed one and all to my Photo Blog!
I have over 10,000 photos – some good, some not so good and some really not so good. I enjoy photography, especially the automatically point and snap, because it captures the essence of a moment in time that we want to remember. Memories are like old photography paper – they fade and become mellow with time. I leave the artistry to others, more proficient in the details of the art form. Welcome to my moments. Hopefully this will inspire you to leave your footprint in the “pixel sands” of time.
I held my breath as I tentatively pressed that first publish button. I tossed the words into the air of the blogosphere unknown and wondered, with cautious expectation, where they would land. Nearly ten years later, I will enter a new decade surrounded by a marvelous community of kindred spirits.
Year 2020! Another unknown. But just imagine…
Imagine all the conversations. Imagine all the adventures. Imagine all the possibilities. Imagine all the knowledge that will be exchanged. The future waits for us. But today, let us continue pressing the “publish button” and celebrate our compassionate and life-affirming community.
Rebecca aka Clanmother
Walking in the Autumn Twilight from Rebecca Budd aka Clanmother on Vimeo.
“I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
Sunday evenings are complex because we are at an “end” and about to head into a “beginning.” Sundays signal the subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) transition from time based on personal agendas to time structured by others who are depending upon our focused attention and interaction. I think of this as moving from “my time” to “their time.”
Some call it the Sunday Night Blues and many people have felt the sting. I first experienced this when I was in grade school, when I knew that a math test, or even worse, a spelling bee was scheduled for Monday morning. I confess that spelling was never my strong suit.
Over the years, I have created ways in which to embrace a spirit of anticipation for what lay ahead. Sunday evenings have become a time of reflection, a pause, a breathing space. Tomorrow will come, but for tonight, I am here.
Join me on my Sunday Evening Reflection.
Ocean Reflection from Rebecca Budd aka Clanmother on Vimeo.
There is a time to move on. That is what my grandmother told me many years ago. It is how we move on that makes life interesting, productive, meaningful.
We cannot change time, or the season. What we can do is embrace the present, to honour the moments that are given and affirm the poignancy of our inability to hold time in abeyance.
Cities are no different. They are ever-changing, a reflection of our evolving societies. As the Scottish scientist, Patrick Geddes, noted, “But a city is more than a place in space, it is a drama in time.” And time moves on, with new dramas appearing and receding into archival memory.
La Taqueria restaurant, situated on Cambie and Broadway, close to City Hall is on the move. The building is scheduled for demolition, making way for a new construction that promises more space and amenities. For patrons of La Taqueria, the move is only a block away. Within the messages of gratitude written on the walls, there is a recognition of moving on, for acknowledging that what was once, is no more. There is also a sense of excitement, anticipation, a commitment to accept what comes next.
“To every thing here is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1