Free Spirit

Free Spirit is the Weekly Photo Challenge, so when I started flipping through some old albums I was looking for a picture of myself.  Because I would like to believe that’s what I once was.  Aside from a black and white shot of a laughing windblown toddler in a droopy diaper I wasn’t finding much to prove my point.

And then this fell out from between the pages onto the floor.

 It’s my sister, circa 1970.   The girl who wrote the book on free spirits and how to be one.

Picture Potpourri

I’ve spent my morning pretending to reorganize things in an effort to make my work space more efficient.  Now that the clutter has been successfully rearranged (for better or for worse remains to be seen) I thought I might work on moving pictures around.  Then I decided chronological order is perfectly fine.

Here’s how the world outside my front door looked a few days ago.  It’s hard to capture a downpour with the rain coming down so hard it bounces back up again.  The neighbors car went from dusty to squeaky clean in two minutes flat.  And look at that golf course quality green lawn!  I continue to pay a lot of money for its beautification and upkeep while taking all the credit, although the rain deserves honorable mention too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here’s the next couple of pictures on my phone sent to me from the other side of the country.  A lucky granddaughter on holiday in Nova Scotia.

She gets to go to the ocean and I get to look after her dog.

Sometimes he’s very dignified.  Sometimes not so much.  Today he’s happy because I’m not going anywhere.  That makes two of us.

My 2012 Project 365

Here’s what I’ve decided to do for my own personal blog a day project, inspired by WordPress’ suggestions.  I’m pretty sure they won’t want to take any credit for this one, but that’s okay.  The things they were talking about involved leaving the house and interacting with people and expending effort.  Who’s up for THAT?  Not me.  I started this blog many many moons ago by taking a picture from my life and writing whatever popped into my head – remembered, made up, whatever.  Then Plinky got me writing about stuff and finding a picture later.  So kind of backwards, if you think about it.

I suppose the picture thing works, whichever way you look at it, because it’s kept me writing for six years.  And it’s time to go forward once again.  I will photograph random things in my house and write something about them, even if it’s only a moronic caption.  I will try to do this every day.  Hopefully we do not ever get so desperate for subject matter that we find ourselves looking at what I made for dinner or the dust bunnies under my couch.  My life is vastly more interesting than that.  I think.

The picture of the coffee cup is in my bedroom.  I realize it should be in the kitchen, but there’s no room for it in there, plus it doesn’t go with my nautical beach sea gull theme that I’ve got going on in that room.  I like the colors in this picture and I like looking at it.  So there it is.  I’ve hung it under my stencil experiment that didn’t turn out all that great, but I’ve never gotten around to removing it, and really, who cares, its just the bedroom.

I’ve even added a new category for my project.  So the pressure is on.  It’s almost like some kind of bizarre New Year’s resolution.  I’m very excited about it.  So much so that I’m falling asleep just thinking about it!  But that’s a good thing because I have to get up early and go to work tomorrow.  It’s kind of insane, when you think about it, that there are over three hundred and sixty five things within picture taking distance of me with which I can bore the pants off of everyone who bothers to read this.  It will be like one of those sleeper Indie movies where nothing ever happens but you keep watching because you can’t wait to see what doesn’t happen next.

Keepers

Impossible to share the best photograph I’ve ever taken, because I haven’t taken it yet.

But this one is definitely in the running. What makes the shot so great?

Well, it’s two of my grandchildren, so greatness is simply a degree.

They’re together and not together. In the middle of the room but oblivious to everything around them, concentrating with intensity on their respective games. Cousins first, great friends next. Two peas in two I-pods. When they get together it’s a beautiful thing – a sibling-like bond that I think will last a lifetime no matter what future directions they both may choose.

They are compatible and comfortable with each other and they have a lot of fun. Somehow this picture says all of that.

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A Ride In The Park

  Kale, Omayja, Madison (behind Jen directing traffic), Corey, Kenzie.  Our own little bike parade.

Madison and Omayja

Kenzie

Kale and Madison

Corey, although bringing up the rear, has no problem pausing to pose.

The girls at the park.

The boys had time to dig a big hole but that’s about it.  The bugs were horrible – time to hit the road.

Madison, Omayja and Corey, left behind by the bigger kids who found their own way home.

Madison and Corey

Corey and Omayja, on the home stretch.