19 posts tagged “black & white”

Went to the recycle center this weekend. Our local recycle pick up no longer takes glass, so we have to drive the glass to the recycle center and drop it off. While we were there I took a couple of photos. Then I went to the huge bin containing newspapers and grabbed a huge stack of it. It is time to start wrapping stuff up, priced for sale or boxed up for keeps. But I need to get going on my de-cluttering project, I have been putting it off. I know I need to do it for my own health and sanity, but there is also a layer of fear. I have held on to all this stuff to comfort me when I did not have enough inside to comfort me the way I needed to. Enough talking about it, I need action. sigh.

Also while I was grabbing stacks of newspaper I could not help but think the recycle center smelled like a frat house on a monday morning. Like stale beer and puke. Haha!

I could not take my eyes off of it, a tack on the wall. Holding nothing, casting a large shadow. So I decided if it was interesting enough for me to look at for 20 minutes, I should try and photograph it.

I love seeing the old cobblestone showing through the worn pavement. When I was a little girl my sister and I would spend a day with Grandma, she lived in an apartment downtown Tacoma. We would get to ride the bus, and pull the cord to let the driver know we were getting off. Sister and I used to fight over who got to pull the cord. Grandma was always very fair, we took turns. While at her apartment I would wear her 1950's high heel dress shoes, pointed toe and skinny heel. I loved the shape of them. The noise they made on the linoleum of her bathroom, I wished they fit me. We would go to the book store, and we would choose a book, I got the light in the attic by shel silverstein, that remained a favorite until.....well i guess it still is. We went to the Woolworth downtown (no longer there) We would have lunch, drink soda from a straw, and sit on stools with red vinyl seats that spun around. I asked Grandma about the bricks in the streets. She told me that ALL of the streets were made of cobblestone under the blacktop. It was easy for the horses to walk on. At that moment I could hear the hooves clicking and clacking on the bricks, I still can. Every time I see the bricks and the cobblestone peeking through, I can hear the horses and the wheels of carts being pulled bouncing on the stones. It is a wonderful sound. She remembered when the streets were mostly cobblestone. She remembered them paving over the stones.

The very first photo, makes me think about how we tend to "pave" over history, whitewash it. Erase some of the most charming and most embarrassing parts. It always finds a way to show itself though, either by repeating itself, or by the people who remember it themselves. It is always there, its form shapes us. I like it when my own cobblestones show, it gives me character.

Husband and I walked downtown to grab a slice of pizza on new years eve day. It was sunny, but chilly.
I had coffee to warm my bones, husband had a pint of Mack and Jacks. We had pizza with TONS of fresh veggies on top. Delicious! Happy Monday

Hands that give, and hands that take
I don't know when to trust and when not to
I want to trust
but the hand takes so much from me
It takes bits of my heart&soul
teeny little pin holes start to form in me
trust in me, it says
I want to trust
then it begins to take little parts out of my heart
it takes tiny bits of my soul
I am left with more holes
Do they let more light in?
I want to believe
but it tears people apart, loving people
I would love to blindly follow
but cannot, I ask too many questions
they do not have answers
the hand tells me it has the answers
but I have to close my eyes and ears
close my mind and heart
then the answers make sense
the hand closes tightly around me
is it warmth?
is it suffocation?
should I find comfort swaddled in strong fingers?
should I fight?

I just go on living,
not trusting the hands that say they give so much
the more they promise, is the more they lie
they offer a golden life, but they take too much

So here is the pod opened up! here is the original post
It was a lot more tough than you would have thought, very woody pod case.
I opened it up and the texture inside was soft and spongy. Really, like a sponge! Cushioning the three seeds inside.
The seeds are kind of leathery in texture, I cannot puncture the outside of it with my fingernail. Tough, but it seems squishy inside. So there you go!
These are all hanging from my wisteria bush outside, it is HUGE and wants to swallow my house, it tries every spring. reaching its bright green tendrils reaching through the cracks in the garage door. Swirling around ANYTHING it can. Don't step too close, seriously, it grabs you. It is kind of startling. It has a lot of spirit this plant.




So Stephel, Eat Up! Haha!

I went out to the front yard after a morning of rain intending to snap a few pictures from a Bug's Eye View for the Photo Safari group, and I took these. Mainly studies of the dandelion, which still seem so magical to me. Full of wishes to blow. The shape of the seeds have always inspired me, I used to draw them as a child. Yes, we always had a grass yard full of them, so we were NEVER the neighbor with the perfect lawn. He lives across the street now and he hates my wish blowing, haha. Seriously, when I blow on them he glares at me, they are drifting toward his perfect lawn. I used to rub them on my cheeks with my eyes closed just to feel the soft tickle. They are a wonderful plant to me, my yard is a weed refuge. I love them all.