Daisy Award: A Special Award for the Brave of Heart

It is on rare occasion that a connection is available to the creator of an award. This time the beginning link in a chain of unknown number of recipients is Subtle Kate.

daisy-award

In Kate’s own words on June 28, 2012, “I would like to start a new award. It’s called the Daisy Award.  Daisy’s are very sweet flowers, but they are stealth with hardiness. They’ll come up anywhere and beat the frost.  This award is for the brave.”

So without further ado, these are the rules to follow:

Thank the person who nominated you.

This is the easiest part. I keep finding myself thanking Sharla, (Awakenings and CatnipOfLife). Sharla, you have become so much a part of my life it’s hard to explain to people who someone who I’ve never met face to face could become so interwoven with my life. You are the best, you really are. Hugs and thanks fly over the miles, from me to you!

Tell your readers seven unusual things about yourself.

What can I tell you that you don’t already know? I think by now I’ve told everybody everything. But let’s see how these fly:

  1. I am a peculiar combination of sentimental, tough, sympathetic, empathetic and impatient. All at the same time. I love and admire people who laugh in the face of disaster but cry at reruns of Flipper.
  2. I love survivors and people who share the good in their lives while trying to spare others from pain.
  3. I appreciate that while I’ve had a rough time, others have had worse.
  4. I’m a risk taker and whenever I take a risk, I’m scared to death. My motto is “What the Hell; do it anyhow!”
  5. I don’t believe that any of us deserve medals for doing the best we can with whatever hand we’ve been dealt. That’s what you are supposed to do. Life can be messy and unfair. No one gets a free ride.
  6. I’m a fighter, even when I know I can’t win. I figure it’s better to lose then give up while letting the fates use you as a soccer ball.
  7. I am a relentless student of everything and when I stop learning, it will be because I’m no longer breathing.

Nominate several worthy bloggers.

This award is for the brave … and I think I’m choosing rightly.

For Mike, at Mike’s Film Talk, because while watching his life crash and burn, he’s managed to somehow keep a sense of humor and a sense of perspective and recognize that there will be another day.

For Jenny Threet at Rumpy Dog who fights a never-ending battle to try to protect our furry friends in the face of ignorance and indifference.

For Jordan Rich at  Jordan Rich, a man who has a been a friend and supporter of every kind of worthy cause, donated his time, his celebrity, and personal resources to help everyone to the best of his ability. Which I might add is considerable. He has his own problems and faces them with courage and honor and without complaint. The Jordan Rich Show airs Friday and Saturday nights, from midnight until 5AM on WBZ AM 1030AM and WCCO Minneapolis.

 

My People, Our City

Reviewing

Reviewing

I’m never in any of the pictures because I’m always the one holding the camera.

Family at the corner

Family at the corner

There were other cameras in the party. Both Kaity and Steph had cameras, Kaity her Canon point and shoot (like mine, but with an even better super-zoom on it) and Steph had her Canon T3-1. But they only took pictures of themselves.

Kaity

Kaity

I did not realize until this excursion how completely self-absorbed teenage girls are. They don’t even take pictures of each other: their goals seem to be to perfect the ability to take a perfect self-portrait that can be posted on Facebook. I think Steph may have taken a couple of pictures of her feet, too.

Cool shoes.

Cool shoes.

Even I took a picture or two of her feet. Cool shoes. If I could still wear heels, I would probably wear these … but these days, if it isn’t soft and comfortable, it doesn’t get anywhere near my tender tootsies. I remember back when I was not much older than Kaity that I wore high heels … very high heels … all the time. When my mother asked me how I could walk in them, I was actually puzzled. They really didn’t bother me. I was fine. I’m glad I wore them while I could, because the days of high heels ended rather abruptly before I was out of my 20s.

Feet. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.

Garry bemused

Garry bemused

So that left me to take other pictures. Amidst the many shots of buildings and alleys and pillars, I managed to catch a few portraits and moments of joy in our Christmas trip to the Boston Pops.

Garry

Garry

I sometimes forget how entirely different it is taking pictures of people out on an excursion as opposed to at a party or organized event. If you want candid shots, you can’t give instructions, tell them to move together. And there are all the other people roaming around, their heads and other body parts showing up at the strange angles.

The Girls

The Girls