I hate to admit that I get abnormally attached to "things" I logically know they are just things but somehow I can pin a memory to it or tell a story about it. These are three hearts hanging in a tree that the birds planted. I like to adorn the tree because I have quite a collection of things and so I find spots to keep them. A tree seemed a nice spot. I have been photographing what is somewhat ordinary around my home and I have mostly discovered that what I sort of find as ordinary can be very extraordinary. It's happened more than I expected. The feather I found when I really needed a sign that everything would be okay. The beach wedding, how can that be ordinary? The kids that gather by the fire. The miscellaneous hearts that are found in the most unlikely spots. It's all such a good reminder to pause. To take a moment as to not miss something special that may be in our paths. I don't find all my ordinary in my home, I found it while out and about too. In March I will be finding my ordinary in Washington DC, or New York, this should be interesting what may turn up while I'm away.
But back to these three hearts. The one ceramic one with the bird on it, was given to my by Gina when I visited her in Long Beach farmers market where she was selling her art. I bought a big heart that reads "love one another" She hugged me so tight and placed this heart in my palm. The peace heart was given to us by Sara our peace loving friend, the one who just got married on the beach actually. She gave it to my girl and we hung it in this tree. The third heart I have had for over 20 years. I saw it in a shop and had to have it. As it turns out, motorcycle man had this big urge to chop down some of the branches off this tree. He saw the ceramic heart and brought it to me but he said he only saw one heart. The other two disappeared. Maybe a bird took it and made a really magnificent nest? Maybe it fell to the earth and is covered with fallen leafs. I'm not sure really but they are gone for the time being. I'm glad I took their picture. Ordinary things don't last forever and extraordinary things don't last forever for that matter. Painting pictures, taking pictures or storing them in our memories is always a good plan.