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...
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.
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.
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.
We had a wind storm roll through the area yesterday, a few trees went down in my area and school let out early which my nephew was thrilled about. A tree fell on his street so I got some free wood for next year to keep me warm. So before the wind came in I went to the backyard and snapped some pictures. I was in my slippers and snowman pajamas. Tip toeing around huge mushrooms. I took several pictures of my monkey tree.
Then this morning it poured so hard I thought the roof would give in, then as fast as it started it stopped. The sun came out, I decided to shed the ducky pajamas and take a quick walk before it gets nasty again. It was so fresh out there, all of the trees that were so full of beautiful red and orange leaves were almost all bare. Some completely bare. All leaves stripped of leaves within a 24 hour period. The sidewalks full of leaves, drains clogged. I kicked them around a bit, then it started to cloud over again. I came home, heated up some water and had a cup of blackberry sage tea with a bit of honey harvested near my home. So, here are some photos I took.
My walk today.
I stepped out my front door, no rain yet....yet. I sat at the end of my walk waiting for my inner self to tell me "Go That Way!" so I went to the right. Good choice. Drips of rain fall from the sky onto my teeny facial hairs, time for my umbrella. Red and white umbrella above my head and striped rubber boots on my feet, I am ready. The wind was cool on my cheeks and it felt good in my aching lungs. I could smell the rain through the smell of smoke wafting from the chimneys of my neighbors. This is what Autumn smells like, rain, decaying leaves, and burning wood. It is a wonderful smell. Down alleys and sidewalks I go. Then I came across the most beautiful mud puddles I have ever seen. They had collected the leaves of all the trees on th block, it looked like confetti, like I was a day late for a fairy party. So, with rubber boots on my feet, I decided to splish splash in the
