16 posts tagged “flower”
Husband woke up early to get started earlier, so while he went running in the woods, I went and checked in on the ducks, It was so pretty. Already warm, but not bad. My favorite roses are blooming, next week they will be able to be smelled from a block away. The sweet scent is SO nice!
Tonight is the last photography class. We have to bring in our favorite photo we have taken while we were in class, tell the class why we liked it, what we learned in class that helped create this image. I hate public speaking. HATE it! I am SO nervous! Even though it is only a few people, people I am somewhat comfortable talking to. I am not satisfied with my choice, maybe I will take a walk and see what I can find. Maybe something better than what I have. sigh...
Things on Tuesday:
Yucky list
1. I think I have some sort of bug, grrr. I have a really mean headache.
2. Although it may be connected to my cycle Grr again.
3. my face seems to have decided to break out big time
4. the weather has been so cold. I want sweatshirt weather, not coat weather
5. I just feel yucky, It will pass, hopefully soon
6. was feeling a little sick during class last night, sat near the door just in case I had to make a quick exit
Yummy List
1. I learned a lot in class last night, lots of things that did not quite make sense to me just clicked
2. My teacher was great last night, he must have been sick or tired first night, classmate took a great picture of him too. If she posts it I will link to it. (Hint Sherry)
3. Got to know a few of my classmates a little more and am thinking of extending an invite to my classmates to go to the unofficial dump together.
4. I need to fill the bird feeders because my yard seems to be full of them! YAY!
5. The sun is shining at the moment
6. I am getting to know my camera a bit better
7. fresh smoothies for breakfast are yummy
8. I rode the bus to class yesterday for free
9. my plum tree (non fruiting damn) is blossoming
10. mystery purple flowers blooming in my back yard (shown above)
11. I am alive and breathing and below two handmade blankets, hot cup of pomegranite green tea with local honey swirled inside, really, what is better than that?
well, maybe this
My dandelions and grass are growing with all the new spring rain. I took these in between showers.
Here is my Friday offering to you.
That store, what we always called the "little store" was where I would walk my baby brother and sister to to get candy, soda, and milk. I would walk with their tiny hand in mine, crossing streets cautiously together, excitedly choosing candy to bring home. Then I would carry their tiny body home on my back, they would be too tired to walk all the way home. I did this with such joy. I was in high school, sister was in elementary school by then, but brother was still a toddler. I did not go out with friends, or attend school dances, I played with them. I would babysit them and watch these amazing little people grow up. Now my Sister is in College, she wants to be a fashion writer for Vogue, my brother is in his last year of high school and wants to be a musician, he plays guitar and writes songs. I am SO proud of them, I feel so fortunate that I had the chance to hold those tiny hands in mine. To be a part of who they have become.
That store, what we always called the "little store" was where I would walk my baby brother and sister to to get candy, soda, and milk. I would walk with their tiny hand in mine, crossing streets cautiously together, excitedly choosing candy to bring home. Then I would carry their tiny body home on my back, they would be too tired to walk all the way home. I did this with such joy. I was in high school, sister was in elementary school by then, but brother was still a toddler. I did not go out with friends, or attend school dances, I played with them. I would babysit them and watch these amazing little people grow up. Now my Sister is in College, she wants to be a fashion writer for Vogue, my brother is in his last year of high school and wants to be a musician, he plays guitar and writes songs. I am SO proud of them, I feel so fortunate that I had the chance to hold those tiny hands in mine. To be a part of who they have become.
So here is my offering from yesterday.
I layered my clothes as much as I could. It was chilly yesterday. The sun was warm though.
I went to my favorite antique store where they gave me a large scrapbook from 1935 with hundreds of pages filled with newspaper clippings about the Dion Quintuplets. They were an oddity back then, for a woman to have 5 babies, and lived through it as well as the babies. The children were basically taken away from the parents by the Doctor who said they needed constant supervision. He made them a sideshow attraction. People drove from all over to watch them play, eat, sleep, and cry. This is how these girls were raised. Reality TV before TV. I saw a documentary about them and interviews with three of the girls. They talked about how hard it was to be raised by nurses rather than parents. Who by the way never saw a penny from the sideshow racket. They were eventually not allowed to even view the children from the visitors area.
Sad.
I layered my clothes as much as I could. It was chilly yesterday. The sun was warm though.
I went to my favorite antique store where they gave me a large scrapbook from 1935 with hundreds of pages filled with newspaper clippings about the Dion Quintuplets. They were an oddity back then, for a woman to have 5 babies, and lived through it as well as the babies. The children were basically taken away from the parents by the Doctor who said they needed constant supervision. He made them a sideshow attraction. People drove from all over to watch them play, eat, sleep, and cry. This is how these girls were raised. Reality TV before TV. I saw a documentary about them and interviews with three of the girls. They talked about how hard it was to be raised by nurses rather than parents. Who by the way never saw a penny from the sideshow racket. They were eventually not allowed to even view the children from the visitors area.
Sad.
I have always loved black and white photos.
It takes ordinary circle stepping stones and makes them look like something more than just a path to guide your feet to the front door. It lets the textures of objects transform into something completely different. It makes the texture of an object the most important thing in a photo, in color, texture is a quiet supporter but here it is on stage for all to marvel at.
It takes ordinary circle stepping stones and makes them look like something more than just a path to guide your feet to the front door. It lets the textures of objects transform into something completely different. It makes the texture of an object the most important thing in a photo, in color, texture is a quiet supporter but here it is on stage for all to marvel at.