Lesson 691: For Teens

Hello, Readers. 

I'm slowly adding in more of my Friday night normals--

a pre-blog Friday night pony bottle

and a garage mirror shot.

There.

That feels more familiar.

I could snap the garage shot in the shiny mirror

because the hubby summer-ized it

on the nice weather evenings this week.

The warm weather really popped the flowers.

It's so nice to have some color again.

Nature in Erie still looks pretty much like this.

Notice the dry, dusty path?
Strange spring weather 

during these strange times.

It's usually cold and muddy this time of year.

I found this

and have no idea of the artist 

or the title of the work,

but I'll temporarily name it

Eloise and Her Feral Cats 

It was dry enough for Sam's baseball team

to practice

and squeeze in a scrimmage.

I loved the fresh air

and my lens was smiling.

I blew my Not Saying the Words I Hate goal--

I hate white baseball pants.

Sam is prone to nosebleeds in the springtime.

He popped a dripper just as we were walking home.

The above snapshot 

really struck me how much he's changed 

in the last few years.

He turns 14 tomorrow.

Born at 3:27 pm on 3-27!

Here was 12

And here was last year at 13.

Ahhh, such fond memories.

The Pandemic shut down birthday--

a car parade,

toilet paper shortages

and weird humor.

Sam--

our big hearted hero,

whose final art projects will be framed,

because he says he's never taking art again.

He scheduled for high school just a week ago.

I loved this perspective drawing

of a city scene.

It has the Sam touch--

the semi trucks are crashing.

Sigh.

My funny boy 

who was this baby just yesterday.

His birthdays usually draw a crowd,

Sam will be a champion in whatever he chooses in life.

Take some advice from your sisters.

Study hard and do your best

in whatever the circumstances.

Even if you have to take art.

And most importantly,

Live On.

For Sam at fourteen

and

For All Teens.

Eloise