tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137103302012-02-16T17:00:09.701-08:00Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-45638156495706709902011-03-15T20:57:00.000-07:002011-03-15T21:00:05.513-07:00

Okay... So my friends from college days were visiting, and we were touring the State Capitol here in Sacramento, where I used to toil, as many of you know!  A young man asked me to take his photo next to the bear, parked right in front of the doors into the Governor's office.  I said "Sure.  Hey, you should climb up on the bear!"  The guy looked around at relatively quiet Capitol hallways

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The Big Island of Hawaii is an enchanted place if ever there was one, surely. I can't stop taking photos! Colors are better than Kodachrome!

Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-18462189505543478982008-10-25T16:58:00.000-07:002010-01-18T22:03:42.481-08:00

Lady Light is the world's finest painter. Whatever she graces is usually more beautiful because of her handiwork. Light and shadow are dancing partners in a compelling duet, whenever I see them dance together!

Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-62797166013161273302008-10-25T16:50:00.000-07:002010-01-18T22:05:03.780-08:00

Is anything in the world more adorable than a brand new baby's feet? I can't think of much! Becoming a grandmother for the first time is almost as huge as being a mother for the first time, and both are a time when the future takes on a life-changing turn for the better!

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Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-38287495202662239882008-02-20T23:03:00.000-08:002010-01-18T22:12:52.940-08:00

The river has so many moods...I never tire of taking a moment to drink in its beauty, often on the way to or from the day job, via bicycle.

Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-90771854832535809902008-02-20T23:02:00.000-08:002010-01-18T22:13:54.915-08:00

Taking the train to Portland through the Siskiyous, I thought I'd find plenty of time to read and knit...but instead, I just looked out the window, hour after hour, at winter's solace.

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Nevada City Bike Classic 2009 made California a most exciting place, especially when Lance was flying by!

Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-1144252223529817292006-04-05T08:47:00.000-07:002009-05-17T16:03:29.137-07:00

I will always think of my father, now in Heaven, when I am near a sturdy tree. He created so much beautiful, enduring furniture and cabinetry from wood, and somehow, the strength and enduring wisdom of trees evoke his spirit.Friends of mine own a vineyard in Sonoma County, and this tree is one of their most beloved. I've often thought that the way trees tell their stories is through their

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What is it about abandoned cars that captures yesteryear so poignantly? I love the rust and the old Ford logo's lettering. I went to a pumpkin patch in the Sacramento Delta, and these were an unexpected find in an adjoining field, preserved lovingly by some farmer who set the old vehicles side by side to age into antiquity.

Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-1141189114663704512006-02-28T20:55:00.000-08:002006-02-28T20:58:34.663-08:00

I had a lot of fun making this applique wall hanging of teapots for a niece's wedding! Something about making things by hand instead of buying them is just so renewing to my spirit -- when time allows!

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In Petaluma, there's a really lovely walk to be discovered, just off of Lakeville Highway, not far past the Post Office, on South MacDowell Blvd. It's called Schollenberger Park, as I recall. Long walkways along beautiful marshland areas and lots of different types of birds flying in and out! Coots, swans, Canadian Geese, Bufflehead ducks, hawks, etc., etc.

Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-1121742875248946522005-07-18T19:49:00.000-07:002005-07-18T20:18:08.990-07:00

Wow, what a great ride I was treated to, thanks to another avid cyclist's kindness and initiative in organizing a circular ride that began in Tiburon, CA and ended -- in Tiburon! Driving away from Sacramento's predicted 108-degree heat wave, this past weekend, and towards the cooling breezes of the Bay Area's summer comfort, we parked at Blackie's Pasture and hopped on the bike trail nearby,

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Petals of Sun Originally uploaded by JoyFlickers. Taken on my dining room table, at the end of the day when afternoon light suffused a withering bunch of sunflowers with beauty still there to capture.

Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-1120238354259584182005-07-01T10:19:00.000-07:002005-07-01T10:19:14.270-07:00

Bicycle Park -- Sacramento, 48th @ M Street Originally uploaded by JoyFlickers. I passed by the new bike park that greets bike commuters now, at the intersection of 48th and M Street! It’s been constructed with such taste and whimsy that I felt it deserved being shared, photographically. Notice that this tiny triangular ‘island’ park is adorned with a classy fountain, benches, flowers,

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gobusgo Originally uploaded by JoyFlickers. So much more character than an SUV!

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60's encountered Originally uploaded by JoyFlickers. Those were the daze...

Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-1119325423639376902005-06-20T20:42:00.000-07:002006-02-28T21:53:53.950-08:00

Antique store downtown… I’m looking around the shop, guitar in tow, upon my back. Bob, an employee, notices the guitar case, asks me about what type of guitar I play. We start talking, and he tells me he has a Guild guitar that used to belong to Steve Miller… and then shares a music memory with me that he’s always cherished:Years ago, his mom worked in a café on a Hawaiian island. Bob was

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A head-turning beauty! Originally uploaded by JoyFlickers. Even the most humble cello is beautiful...

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A sweet 'tune' played out came my way last night, and it was such a luminous example of music's ability to bring people together -- of all ages!Pushing 53 years, and on my way to my lesson, wheeling my cello behind me down the Woodside pathway towards my car and the drive to the teacher's house. Suddenly, I hear a very young little voice calling me from behind. 'Hello, lady, hello!' I stop,

Paula Joy Welternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13710330.post-1118895885199444582005-06-15T21:15:00.000-07:002005-06-15T21:24:45.203-07:00

Well, finally, 30 years into the dreaming, I'm finding a little room for cello! Seems like maybe the right time for the planets to all line up in this endeavor! I headed off to work downtown with the cello in tow, braved the Light Rail, and got stared at quite a bit with some amusing smiles all around when I approached the Security X-ray screening machine into my employer's building! The cello

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