This is my 200th post. It seems only fitting that it should be about You.
If it weren’t for You I would have packed up my keyboard and faded to black long ago. On January 16th I composed a short post and as my finger hovered over the publish button I wondered if I really wanted to do this, and what, in fact was I ever going to post about.
Blogging has renewed by interest in writing and in trying to write well. It has sparked an Continue reading “You”
For Ailsa’s Travel Theme: Couples I posted some photos of penguins. These fellows are just so engaging I need to post some more. We saw these Magellanic penguins at Otway Sound in southern Chile and, as I said, they build burrows in the sand – not the first material that comes to mind for penguin habitats.
Burrow Boulevard …
Mr. and Mrs. Pen Guin burrow shopping …(photos courtesy of my sister) Continue reading “Burrow Shopping”
The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land. -Gilbert K. Chesterton
The Weekly Photo Challenge is: Foreign. This is a very broad topic – first thought: “Any travel shot will do”. Followed by, “What is foreign to me is not foreign to someone else.” Followed by host Sara Rosso imploring us to “Please post a new post, not one from your archives.” Personally, I think delving into one’s archives is just as applicable as a new shot – searching archives for just that right shot to express the challenge is, I find, fun. But I digress. End result is, I decided to forego my travel shots, closed my archives and took a walk in our woods. My own backyard, where I walk every day – what can I find that is foreign there … Loosely defining “foreign” as something outside of my own ‘ordinary’, defining it as walking into a familiar place and seeing what I’ve not seen before, this, today is what I took time to see … Continue reading “A foreign view of things”
I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe? – Kate Chopin
I enjoy the written word and I enjoy photographs and photography so I am matching them up. I invite you to join me. It’s easy to access a wealth of quotations online – in the search Continue reading “Visual Quotations #1”
We were coming to the end of our stay in Buenos Aires and didn’t want to later say, “We didn’t know THAT was there!” or “I didn’t know we were that close to THAT” or “I wish we had …” … so we took a tour. Through the streets of Buenos Aires … Additional photos can be seen at Beyond the Brush Photography Below are … Continue reading The Cook’s Tour of Buenos Aires
“When you have that window of opportunity called a crisis, move as quickly as you can, get as much done as you can. There’s a momentum for change that’s very compelling.”
– Anne M. Mulcahy
where the neon lights are pretty … an early Friday evening as the offices empty and before Continue reading “Linger on the sidewalk …”
Not the usual setting one might expect for penguins. I never thought of sand and rock; I always thought snow and ice. I learned that penguins, at least these Magellanic penguins, Continue reading “They Come in Pairs”
An oft heard rule of photography is to keep the sun behind you. But then we wouldn’t get shots like these and sometimes the best shot is the silhouette Three silhouettes – Continue reading “The Old Gum Tree”
Last week Julia posted about upcoming Anti-Bullying Week in the UK and I paused to think. Bullying is getting wider coverage … perhaps it’s more prevalent; perhaps it’s of a more serious nature than it used to be; perhaps it’s because of the new venue for bullies in cyberspace. I thought about the torment my daughter endured of which I was ignorant for far too long. I have learned that her sisters were also victims in varying degrees. Whether it was the bullying that came first, or the depression I’m not sure but even at 6 years of age I could see my daughter’s lack of self-esteem.
“I know a little garden close, Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night”. – William Morris
When I step into my gardens on a bright morning, before the sun is above the hedgerow and the shadows are long and the air is sweet, when the riot of summer colour is past and I catch the perfumed scent of the last rose, I feel such a deep sense of contentment, it somehow feeds my soul and I feel a sense of continuity and renewal.
Our house was in nothing more than a farm field when my husband began to tame it and give it structure – a stand of cedars here, a maple there, the weeping willow and the cherry tree. But, I said, I’d like the gardens to be mine. Happy with that arrangement, he left me to dig and till and gather rocks and remove stones and plant and seed to my heart’s delight, only assisting upon request with a particularly stubborn rock or the building of a fence.
And so, over time, I transformed our field. From this …