MIssing Photos

I don't delete photos.  I have photos of everything - my kids, my friend's kids, my dogs, my friend's dogs, rainbows, blurry rainbows, delicious food, fireworks, and many failed attempts at the full moon.  In many cases, I have duplicates of said photo treasures.  But somehow, I have lost many of the photos from my blog.  The ones I thought were actually important, interesting, and in focus enough to share are gone?  It has something to do with Google+ (I knew it was a bad idea, but got suckered in anyway).  Ok, so the online version is gone, but how in the world are all my multiple copies taking up space on my hard drive also missing?  I'm not happy.

I can't find the photo from March 2009 of a cake we frosted with my Grandmother's fluffy white frosting recipe.  I have other pictures from March 2009 - dogs, the beach, dogs at the beach - but no pics of frosting a cake.

Where have all my photos gone????

On a positive note, in the process of all this searching I did find some videos that my daughter thought were lost. 

The photos on my computer are in such disarray.  I really need to get them organized.  I have 2 Picasa accounts, don't ask why, it doesn't make any sense, even to me. I have countless folders of photos sitting on my hard drive, some labeled, some not, some dated, some not.  It's a mess.  I am feeling the pull to get it all sorted out.  Is this some latent OCD surfacing, or is it just my brain trying to help me avoid doing the taxes this week? 

Boat Dreams

Today we drove all the way down the West side of the island.  The West coast of Oahu is a gorgeous drive.  The road runs close to the shore for miles and miles.   With the windows down and my eyes closed I could almost believe that I was on a boat.  I love feeling the salty mist blow across my face.  It was a lovely daydream that was over way too quickly.

My boat dreams are not limited to my waking hours.  My nights are been full of nautical adventures as well.  The other night the whole fam was on a house boat.  It was pretty dang awesome floating around in comfort with everyone.  

There really is nothing quite like being out on the ocean. There is no cord, no tether to the land, to jobs and responsibility,  you are cut loose from the binding ties and are free.  There are no roads to follow, no restraints, or conventions.  Movement is not limited to straight lines.  On the water there are no lemmings, no lines, no traffic jams.  You go your own way, at your own pace and you get there by any path you choose.  Wander about, go in circles, or just float with the current.  There are no posted speed limit signs. 

I love the ocean because it makes me feel free in a world where freedom is disappearing.  The reality of freedom might be fading into memory, but on the water, it's still real.