Hello, Goodbye

By various accounts, the average lifespan of a blogging site may be as short as 100 days–I’ve seen some with much shorter lives. Other reports indicate that most bloggers hang in there for two to two-and-a-half years before calling it quits. Well, I’ve been at it for nearly six years, and over that time I’ve gathered hundreds of followers. That’s plenty for me. Thank you Dear Reader–and I mean that.

Well, you can see where this is going. If you’re a long-time reader, you may have noticed that my blogs have slowly decreased in frequency over time. For the last few months, I’ve been waging a private battle with myself. Do I keep blogging or shut down my site? It’s a tougher question than you might think. Living on the Diagonal has become part of me. Yet, I find other interests moving in to take over my life. I want to get the dirt of gardening under my fingernails again. I’ve developed new passions for collaging and creating altered books.

Something’s gotta give.

I started blogging because I like to write; blogging made my writing feel more real. I never blogged to make money and never hawked anything (other than my own writing). I did it for fun. That’s all. And now some other things have become more fun–at least for now.

So, with mixture of sadness and excitement for new adventures I bid you adieu, though my site will stay live for two or three months in case you want to look back at past posts. Thanks you for allowing me to share my life, my thoughts, my travels, and my photography with you. It’s been fun.

(And speaking of photography, I can’t say a final farewell without leaving a few random images.)

My beautiful mom at ninety-six . . .
. . . and at nineteen.
Daisies may be my favorite flower, but irises come in a mighty close second.
With hauls like this, who can blame me for wanting to get back to gardening and preserving?
Winter on the diagonal can be stunning.
Among the many gorgeous wildflowers to grace the diagonal are Turk’s Cap Lilies. How fortunate we are!
From the wayback machine–when I was just getting to know my gentle, handsome dad.
California sunset.
The Dignity sculpture on Interstate 90 in South Dakota took my breath away.