Day 235: Light Trails

I have been meaning to experiment with light trail photos for quite a while, and since there was nothing going on last night and it’s getting darker earlier, it was the perfect opportunity. This is an 8 second exposure of cars passing by. Whaddya think?

You can see the light trails from cars’ tail lights as they pass by in North Kansas City.

Day 234: Growth Spurt

It’s hard to believe I’ve already had my turtles for six years. When I got them, they were the size of a quarter. Ever since then they’ve been growing … and growing … and growing. If you look at the details in Michelangelo’s shell, you can see how it grows. In fact, he has just started shedding his shell. Yet again. Some day we’ll have to build a pond in our backyard for them.

My red-eared slider turtle, Michelangelo's shell.

Day 231-233: Busy, As Usual

This is the only weekend out of seven weekends in a row that we actually stayed in town the entire time. You would think we’d want to relax, right? Well … not exactly. We always manage to find something to fill the time.

We passed these stools on an evening walk in Westport after dinner at Jerusalem Cafe. (Highly recommended!)
This little girl was part of the Parade of Nations during the Ethnic Enrichment Festival in KC. We had a lot of fun trying foods from different nations.
One of my best friends from high school is getting married next weekend in Portland, Oregon. I won't be able to attend the wedding, but luckily they had a small reception in Kansas City on Sunday.

Day 230: A Sign From Above

I work for the American Cancer Society; my aunt passed away from pancreatic cancer last year. Even though pancreatic cancer is rare, I’ve met so many people affected by it since she was diagnosed. So naturally, I’m passionate about the cause. Yesterday when I was grocery shopping, I saw this hydraulic lift (or whatever it is) in the Hy-Vee parking lot. Not only does it promote cancer research, it’s pancreatic cancer research. Even better, it was named “Duke” on front side (not pictured). Our Relay For Life team is named Dukes of Hazzard, after my aunt’s abbreviated last name. A coincidence? Or is Someone trying to tell me something?

I'm so glad to see others in my community are passionate about pancreatic cancer too.

Day 229: Hot August Nites

This summer, Platte Woods United Methodist hosted “Hot August Nites” – three Wednesday evening jazz concerts with free ice cream. The Beach Nuts, featuring the famous Walter Bryant, entertained us last night. They were both nutty and talented. πŸ™‚

The drummer from Beach Nuts jams during Hot August Nites.

Day 228: Snack Time!

Our cat, Esme, hurt her paw a couple of days ago. We aren’t sure what happened, but she’s been limping and favoring her right paw. I’m taking her to the vet tomorrow to figure out what’s wrong. In the meantime, I can’t help but spoil her. Yogurt is her favorite treat!

Esme tries to finish off a container of yogurt, but it's a tight squeeze!

Days 224-226: Joplin Tornado Cleanup

This weekend Jerod and I went on a mission trip to Joplin, Mo. to help with tornado cleanup. I hope these photos give you a glimpse of what a tornado can do. I have seen so many tornado destruction pictures in my lifetime, but none of them prepared me for how it looked in person. I know these photos don’t even begin to show the trauma these people went through. Yet talking to the Joplin residents, it’s amazing to see how resilient and grateful they all are. The rest of my photos are posted on facebook.

One of our pastors and his sleepy son saw us off Friday afternoon as we traveled to Joplin, Mo.
We cleaned up a family’s yard, even though rubble still surround it from all sides.
These flowers, growing amidst all the destruction, prove that life continues after tragedy.
The moon rises behind the Joplin high school, which is still in chaos. The kids will go to school in the mall and several other locations this year.
Our fellow helpers worked hard on painting the ceiling, as you can see.

Day 223: Life’s Like a Box of Chocolates

When I got to work yesterday morning, I found this box of chocolates waiting for me at my door. So what if it was accompanied by a long list of edits to the 30-page program I’m working on with the coworker? Whether it was a bribe or not, the chocolate was definitely appreciated later in the day.

A box of Sweet Granada Chocolates (from Emporia, Kansas) from a coworker.