Sunsets, Cats, Views Of The Lake, And Looking For A New Beginning
My first post to a Photo A Day Challenge and hopefully a new beginning for writing on Medium
We live at the top of a hill and when the sun sets in the west there are wonderful sunsets and cloud formations. The weather has been so changable this summer, and now fall, that in any given week you can see a magnificant variety.
We have four cats which gives both of us great pleasure, Isabella pictured above in the first photo, is so beautiful and so intelligent. Here she is sitting on top of one of her favorite perches outside and is looking intently at our new neighbors horses.
The second photo is of Zoe, our petite black and white polyactyl tuxedo cat. I love her feet; one does look just like a baseball mitt. She also is a one eyed cat. She arrived at our barn with an injury to her eye. Because she was just a kitten and very scared it took some time to be able to see her face and also to be able to pick her up. As soon as I was able I took her to the vet and it was necessary to have the eye removed.
Zoe is very attached to me and as often as she can, she will attempt to climb up my legs as you can see in the photo. My jeans and my legs have corrresponding little holes up and down. She is very insistent and does not like to take no for an answer so I will pick her up and hold her or carry her around. As soon as I put her down if she is not satisifed the climbing starts all over again.
We are lucky to live close to a small lake. When I drive down our road it goes directly to the lake edge. The first photo above is that first view I see.
Photo number two above is a little farther down the road and shows the wonderful still calm I love to see.
This is a small lake and in the Spring and Fall it is a stop over for many migrating ducks and beautiful swans. I hope to get some photos to share as fall progresses.
This is my first attempt at contributing to A Photo A Day Challenge. I hope that it will be a way to ease back into writing on Medium. I have not been able to write, have not felt like I could even though I wanted to.
My cancer has consumed me, taken away so many things. It is like it controls me; it has defintely weakened me. It has been almost 2 years since my diagnosis and yet it lingers on inside me, and treatment continues.
I am tired of feeling this way and I want to make my way back to how I felt before cancer. My hope is that this is a start.