Posted in Happiness Project, Weekly Photo Challenge

Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit

Self portrait.  15 minutes of nothing . . .

“The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
Be part of The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post.
Be part of The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post.

 . . . and check out these habitual Weekly Photo Challengers: 

Here’s a beautiful habit to start my list
Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Chocolate Spoon & The Camera

A better picture than bitten nails
Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Noinini’s Blog

How inseparable are you from your habit?
Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Last Train to QVille

Dogs are creatures of habit
there are squirrels out there, and it’s up to me to find them | Lovin the Trip

There are a lot of WPC: Habit posts about coffee this week, but this one made me swoon!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | typeBea

A gaggle?  A flock?  A host?  A swarm?  A mob?  What is the answer?  Click here to find the question.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Khana’s Web

A different kind of rush hour
Rush Hour at the Cat Door | Required Writing

Fun = This post about a habit
Habit #3 | follow your nose

This post proves a habit is not the same thing as a routine
Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Not The Sword But The Pen

New technologies evolve to new habits
Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | I am



Posted in Weekly Photo Challenge

Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie


“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

― Edgar Allan Poe

Be part of The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post.
Be part of The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post.

 . . . and check out these unforgettable interpretations:

What is more eerie than a graveyard?
Weekly Photo Challenge: ”Eerie” | SPH3RE

Ordinary things seen through mist can seem strangely eerie . .
weekly photo challenge…’eerie’ | Carry My Camera

Narnia-like . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie | rosekebab

Veeerrryy eeerieee . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie | Michaela Tornaritis

Here is a nice tombstone . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge : Eerie | Abandoned Tomb | Harry Makertia | The Journey

A watery grave . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge – Eerie | Journeys with Johnbo

“A cemetery around dusk with ominous clouds hovering…”
Weekly Photo Challenge…Eerie | AEKshots

JavaGirl imagines The Walking Dead cast filming here . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie | JavaGirl’s Life

Deserted buildings often have an eerie quality to them . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie | Walk the Self-Talk

I can appreciate the beauty in a spider web, but they are still very eerie to me.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie (Spider Web) | Points of View


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Weekly Photo Challenge: From Lines to Patterns

“I’m not a big fan of patterns. I like the unexpected.”
— James Purefoy

The truth about humans is that we are draw to inconsistencies in pattern.  The dissonance in a chord, the hole in a fence, the flaw in a fabric, are all examples of the unexpected.  Our eye, is drawn to them.  Our heart skips a beat.  Yet, there is nothing unexpected without the laying down of a pattern, something expected, first.

Be part of The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post.
Be part of The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post.

. . . and please take a moment to check out these interpretations:

T’as vu mes photos?
I see beauty all around by rob paine
Last Train to QVille
We Live In A Flat
Travels and Trifles – make sure you click to enlarge these beautiful photos
From Ground to Home
follow your nose
The Rider
321 Klick und fertig ist das Foto !


Posted in Great Outdoors

My emotional affair with another species

There is a secret I’ve been harboring (yes, another one).  I’ve been having an emotional affair with sumac.  Not any particular sumac.  Just sumac in general.  I didn’t mean to.  It just sort of happened.  What started as fascination, quickly blossomed into something much more serious.  Once I brought out my camera, it was clear this was not a casual relationship.  Please try not to think any less of me.  I make this public confession as a first step toward my healing process.  What follows is a photo-medley journaling my liaison over the past year.

AUGUST, 2012

September, 2012

09.2012.11.p - sumacOctober, 2012

10.2012.1 - sumac

December, 2012

February, 2013

March, 2013

03.09.2013.1 sumac

May, 2013

July, 2013

August, 2013

08.17.2013.3 - sumac

Thank you for hearing me out.  And thank you to all those who have stood by me during this obsession that has plagued me.  I think primarily of Bubba who has stood by me, literally, waiting for me to take yet another photo of a sumac.  He never complains, just waits while I find just the right angle.  He would, I’m sure, appreciate my mentioning that he has a particularly good eye for a photo opportunity, and has no problem swerving off the road and turning the car around to capture it!  What a guy!


Peace . . .

Posted in Great Outdoors

In the Midst of Beige

Speaking of color . . . we were, weren’t we?  I am a highly visual person with a brain hard-wired for color association.  I dream in vivid technicolor.  The colors often symbolize feelings.  I once had a very passionate dream about someone I should not be dreaming passionately about.  The walls were a deep cranberry red, the flush of lust.  Outside the window, there was a light illuminating the innocence of pure white snow.  It was a calm, quiet, flurry of snow, but I was content to stay inside.  I woke up just as the kiss touched my lips, my heart pounding against my rib cage!

As a mother of young children, it was not uncommon for me to hear people remark how cute it was that I dressed us all in the same color, something I would never intentionally do!  Clearly, it had been a red day (or blue, or green, etc.) and the clothes I chose for each of us reflected the color that fit my mood.

When I see a color that catches my eye, I will instantly see other items in the room that match it.  I will say, “Ooh!  I like the color of your blouse.”  Then, “Oh look how it matches the straw in your drink and the book on that shelf!”  I notice immediately if two co-workers are wearing the same color.

It should come as no surprise, then, that this is my least favorite time of the year.  The hues drain from the trees and flowers, leaving behind the browns, tans and grays of death.  I’ve noticed my mood spiraling downward, weighted by the bleak of winter.

Walking with the dogs today, I forgot my camera at home, but did have my phone with me.  Setting up a scavenger hunt for myself, I went to work searching for signs of color in the drab landscape.

A fiery twig announced its presence along the trail near the fence.
















Sumac and red berries (nightshade?) light my way along this desolate scene.
Raspberry vines in subtle violet bow to winter’s cold.
The patient pine dons her dress of evergreen, having watched the other girls in their crimson frills and gowns of gold. Finally she is the belle of the ball . . .