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What a month of roller coaster news and time off. I still couldn’t manage to post timely!
I’m playing catch up on my photo workshop. Life got in the way. Actually the little monster featured in the photos got in the way.
I don’t know what she did, or how she did it, but she got skewered by a stick. I can only guess she fell, or jumped off, the balcony. I’m on the second floor. She’s much better now, but she was confined to the bedroom all last week, so this is an indulgent treasure she has found. If you have never seen a cat huff catnip, it’s pretty entertaining. We are counting this as at least one life used.
Next up, I was playing with perspective. I have to admit I’ve been having fun with little Lula Belle. You may be seeing more of her. I joined the Botanic Gardens and as we were walking around, one of my friends asked if she was like Flat Stanley. I said no, but it may be a yes.
If you click on the photos below, you’ll go to a gallery to see the images larger. I’d really like to know your thoughts on all of them, but especially on the top row, number 2 &3.
Catch up will continue.
Ginger spends her days sunning herself on a tightrope 25 feet in the air. Now and then, she makes my heart stop when she jumps off her perch on the railing to the ledge. In my mind, I can see her missing her landing and going all the way to the ground. At this very moment, this Mourning Dove was having the same thought.
I love that it is now staying light later and we can get a nice long walk in after work. The downside is that everyone else has that same great idea and we are all jamming our cars down the neck of a soda bottle. Not terribly efficient.
With all this rain, I keep saying to myself April showers bring May flowers. What the hell does March rain bring other than a muddy mess? It has the cherry blossoms in bloom and the daffodils. Daffy-dills are my favorite. When I was a kid, the whole front pasture was covered in daffy-dills every spring. That is one of my favorite memories from childhood.
I like to look at the bones and lines of trees. They are as much art as the painting hanging on my wall, really more so. The lines of the tree are hints at structure and stability. Any more than that and I am put off, just like in life. Too much structure and I have to buck the system. Yet I follow the same path as everyone else day after day without complaint or hesitation.
With all the rain we’ve had, it was amazing to see this patch of desert today. This ground was a gloppy mess just a few days ago. Mere feet away, the pond level is still way higher than normal.
Did you figure out what the previous day’s puzzle picture was? Answer: The picture on the left has a small tree next to a tiny tree on a tiny island. The picture on the right, the tiny island has been swallowed up by the rains.
This last little collage are some of the photos I’ve taken recently that play with lighting. With photography, as with any art, there are “rules”. One of which is never take a photo looking right into the sun. I love this shot of Coe with the sunbursts and glares. When you enlarge it, you see the detail of her fur and tail. She’s a girl on the go.
Coe is my hero. She’s aging gracefully and has no idea that her number means anything. I took the running pond picture just before the sunburst this afternoon and now she is sacked out getting her eight winks. It’s my turn now.
This weekend for Photo 101, we were to experiment with composition. I also played with my aperture settings. All of these photos are unfiltered and unedited.
We had the most beautiful Sunday day and then the storms came back. Coe is curled up under my legs hoping the thunder will stop. Ginger Kitty is under a bed somewhere.
Hope your weekend was sunny, where ever it took you.
I am a drone in an invisible sea of drones. I’m perfectly happy being invisible and getting my work done and being left alone to do it. Evidently I do something right because people come to me and ask me how to do xyz or abc. I find that pretty flattering, but also a little disconcerting, because I’ve tried to not let anyone know I know anything.
What I have made abundantly clear is I have a life on the outside. Kinda sounds like prison, sorta… But, my point is I’m the office do-gooder, cheerleader, and work-life balancer. I’ve encouraged people to work on Rebuilding Together, to walk with us for a cure and most recently I got us an inner-office art show. It is this, that I am most proud.
It began a year ago when we moved into a new space. Bare walls begging for art. And they go to posters .com to fill the walls!! WTF?! We have however many floors of worker bees and without hesitation I could name half a dozen co-worker artists whose work should grace that space.
We have an annual survey of stupid shit like are there enough beatings, is moral low enough, should the beatings increase, and how can we possibly make your time here suck more? After we complete the survey, uppers review our “anonymous” answers and we have a meeting to discuss what we are going to do to improve this. After the posters incident, I said in a meeting, I wanted to see an exhibit of our collective creativity. It has taken a year, a few “surveys of interest” and a couple of presentations to make this happen. The little mouse’s voice was finally heard.
While our artist participation wasn’t great in numbers (I’m sure that had nothing to do with the fact we got this together in 2 weeks after a year of feet dragging), it was great in creativity and enthusiasm. We had someone bring in fimo beads with faces and flowers, a cast bronze bowl, gorgeous photos, lots of drawings, a dream catcher repurposed from a tomato cage (brilliant!), poems, a glass mosaic, and a rag rug made from old mis-matched socks. I am like a proud parent that we got this off the ground and that an office overflowing with apathy and indifference gave this the slightest nod.
I’ve had several people come by my desk and tell me how good everything is and how happy they are folks brought stuff in. I guess the invisible shield is coming down. I suppose it’s ok when I’m known for working to live and not living to work.
I love the light this time of year. It makes everything so much better.
I have one of my cows and a vase on my desk. Each morning I watch the sun move up in the sky and do a beautiful dance across my keyboard.
Walking around town, the sun squeezes through the trees that are now full to land on the city floor.
Each morning in the spring, I go back into my room to turn off the light I’ve evidently left on.
In honor of St Paddy’s Day, I will celebrate my favorite color as I saw it around town this week.
Nothing makes me happier than daffy-dills. Well, bacon is a very close second.
Kate Spade is a genius. How I love her so…
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