Here I go.
An old logging vehicle in the forest with Kim's Golden texture overlayed at abou 67% then a layer mask to reveal the tractor a bit more than the background. (I hope I'm getting this right.)
A toy giraffe, found in a sandbox, sparked a conversation in which I saw my dear sweet and grumpy friend of 15 years, crying with laughter. It softened my heart a little.
Yellow. One of my favorite colors. I would never choose a dahlia. Mister did and I'm that glad he did.
It.just.keeps.coming.
And that's not a bad thing, but it surely can be an overwhelming thing. It can take you out at the knees and then steamroll you before you have a chance to recover.
Being Alive, to me, is like those scenes in a boxing movie or a martial arts film or even a Wile E. Coyote short, where the downtrodden
just.keep.trying.to.get.up.
Even when they seem to be down for the count. Even when you (as viewer) can see they should just stay down and the baddie might move on...
they.keep.on.trying.
get.back.to.life.
Plant ornament in a plant we are babysittting. (yes, you read that correctly.) I decided I should start to make these cute little bugs. I have one prototype. We'll see if I get past the prototype and make more than just the one.
Yeah, I can't believe I haven't posted that Mister and I watched this movie. In fact, Mister and I have watched this movie over and over again, with each other, with many sets of friends and actually listened to it playing over the sound system in our house. I have for the first time ever, downloaded ringtones, they are Despicable Me bytes. We, simply put, have loved the crap out of this movie.
I will say, that the first time we watched it, we liked it. Then, for whatever reason, we ended up with a copy of it which people have wanted to see, so, we sit down and watch it with them and by-gum (hehe colloquialisms, gotta love 'em) if we haven't liked it more with each viewing. We, and others, have found ourselves quoting the darned movie.
So, I am thinking you might get that I would recommend this CG movie about a supervillain who finds his heart in the most unlikely place - three orphan girls. They are cute and funny and I have found traits in those girls that I embody, happily. Traits that when seen outside of myself, I think are endearing and heartwarming. I am hoping I also radiate those feelings in others.
Let me know what you thought / think.
Ciao bellas!
I *just* realized I didn't post a June calendar. Nary a one of you said a thing. Its the 15th, so, there remains half the month. HERE is the link to the high(er) res version.
Antique water pump that Mister has made into a water feature in our yard. I love the sound of water running. So, calming and dreamy.
Its rather great to go out in the Spring or the Fall and be able to almost be out of doors while being on my ellip. Because the room isn't weather tight or insulated, it is completely at the mercy of whatever weather we are having. In the winter, it will get so cold I can't exercise out there. I've tried. I even have a space heater that I place practically right under the machine. I've tried at times to tough it out and ended up with frozen lungs. Well, they felt frozen to me and my nose all runny and me shivering. That is when I get out my exercise tapes (I have many) and stay in the house.
Feeder and hanging fuschia basket on our front porch. A cozy nook we've created so we can truly be suburban, sitting on our front porch with a glass of wine in the evening, watching the street scenes unfold.
An homage, if you will, to the Jeep that has taken me everywhere, in every circumstance, that I have wanted to go. No snow drift has ever been too high. No sheet of ice has ever been to slippery. No stretch of highway too long. It has hauled my bike around, camping gear, taken me skiing, snowshoeing and hiking, we've traveled to the mountains, the desert, the beach, the great Yellowstone National Park alone and with friends. I love my Jeep. There, I said it. Deal with it.
During the summer, I try to ride my bike to/from work a couple times a week. No, I don't do it when the weather turns foul which is coincidentally when night fall, ie dark, is earlier and earlier in the day. I am a bit of a wuss when it comes to the dark. I don't actually mind riding in the rain - well, light rain, heavy downpours - not so much.
Anyway, riding my bike serves multiple purposes:
All these things keep me riding during the summer. So why is it that two days ago when my Jeep broke down and needed to spend a few days in the shop that I resented (just a wee bit) that I HAD to ride my bike to work? I mean, I had in my head the list above (I sometimes compose blog posts in my head while riding.... yes, that is who I am) but I was a bit cranky about the whole thing. Its a dichotomy I didn't realize existed in my mind, but, there it is -- making me think about it.
Do you have opposing thoughts on things you struggle (or don't struggle) with? How does one reconcile these things? Or, maybe there is no reconciliation, maybe its ok to see two sides of an issue and realize there's more than one way to view, well, just about everything.
Date night appetizer and wine list.
Shooting in B/W is supposed to flex and grow your photographic eye. I'm giving it a whirl. Its more difficult than I imagined. I hope to grow a lot in doing so.
Blue Umbrella on the deck where we BBQ'd for Memorial Day. It was raining at our house, we drove a mile or two and it was sunny and beautiful.
Boring, boring, boring. But, somehow in this light, I like the way it looks. Almost like looking into someone else's life. Not sure what that means. Not going to analyze it.
