“I think it is Tuesday – no, it is Wednesday – and this is certainly a place – and we have a still better one that we go to today – we got out of the car to take a walk and found a cabin under trees over a grand high rock and the sea with a sandy beach below that is so perfect I still can’t believe it is true – The sandy  beach protected by high rocks at either end and magnificent rocks rising behind it very high – soft sort of velvety rocks and out behind a vast cliff that the gulls and wild geese see to think their own…”

-Georgia O’Keeffe in Quebec. The high rocks became a painting.

From My Faraway One, O’keeffe’s letters to  Alfred Stieglitz. Her letter captured the great joy of creativity and discovery.

My cataract surgery starts at 7:10 tomorrow morning and an hour or so away.

I’m excited about it. Just today, direct sunlight blinded me while I was trying to take one of my flower photos, and I had to go and get a towel, wrap it around my head, and hold a hand over one eye to get the picture I wanted. I will enjoy coming home and seeing that rich color up close.

Many people share their cataract experiences with me and tell me what to expect. I’m up to date on that. The doctors have been quite thorough, and I’ve done my homework. It isn’t open-heart surgery, that’s for sure, but I’m still amazed that they can do it all. And grateful.

I’ll be back in touch sometime tomorrow. Thanks for your support and very kind words about my flowers.