Category: Photographs
Delicious
This post inspired by the Lens-Artist Challenge #41
The prompt: Delicious.
So many choices for delicious.
I’ll start with my favorite dinner…
and one of my favorite fruits…
and last, but certainly not least, my favorite cookies…
Frosted Pineapple Nut Cookies…a recipe originating with my Nursery School teacher Mrs. Milton.
The very definition of deliciousness. Even made gluten free.
My daughter baked these for me.
An extra special Christmas gift.
April 17th Update:
Recipe for delicious cookies as requested by Shelley at Quaint Revival
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: In or On Water
This post inspired by Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge: The topic: In or On Water
It didn’t take much for a group of 6 year old boys (and one little brother) to make excellent use of water.
In the backyard swimming pool…
Enjoying their own brand of fun…
One hot July afternoon…
While their parents partied nearby.
Confusion
This post inspired by One Word Sunday
Throughout the ages…
Birthday parties for 5 year olds.
Pointy hats, drinks and treats.
Excitement…tinged with more than a bit of chaos.
Fire
Nancy Merrill is hosting a photo challenge. The theme this week – Fire
“Parents’ Weekend” (and later, as it became known…”Family Weekend”) for those of us who had kids in college…was a chance to visit at the beginning of the school year. To check in with our college student. Perhaps sit in on a class. Eat in the dining hall. Meet their new friends. Get a small glimpse of what this new life was like. I looked forward to those weekends every year.
However, it could be awkward. For newly independent 18 year olds shepherding their parents around campus. Fortunately, activities were planned. Tours. Speakers. Student performances and Acapella groups abounded.
One year…something extra special happened…
My daughter went to college in Providence, Rhode Island. One parents’ weekend evening we experienced WaterFire. A yearly event that began in 1994. Close to 100 floating braziers/bonfires lit up the river running through downtown. Accompanied by beautiful recorded instrumental music. An almost mystical experience. Definitely unique. And memorable.
October 2001
Photo: 35mm
Tuesday Photo Challenge – Cake
This post inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo
The prompt: Cake
“Honey, could you please get me a cake of soap?”
I remember my grandmother asking me that question – under what circumstances I have no idea.
I asked her what she meant…and she explained.
It was the term used back in her day. When soap was made in large blocks. A slice for personal use was called a cake. She preferred Camay. And later on, Ivory.
And…oddly enough…now that I think about it…she was also the grandmother who made all of her grandchildren’s birthday cakes.
Every year. From scratch!
We chose the flavor.
Mine was coconut.
Rain…Yay!
This post inspired by V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #43: Rain
What is rain?…
RAAAIIIN!!
RAAAAIIIN!!
RAAAIIIN!!
A warm July evening…
A small boy dashed from one puddle to another…his voice pitched high with excitement. His wispy blonde hair matted from the downpour.
Be careful Buddy!…
He jumped back from the edge of the concrete steps…onto the lawn. The ground soaking wet. He hopped. One foot. The other foot. Arms waving.
Do you like the rain?…
He stopped. Gaze fixed. On the grass. The garden. The fence. Through the rain drops. Watching. And listening. The summer shower hitting the porch. The roof. Dripping down his forehead. His nose.
He blinked fast to clear his eyes.
Short legs planted firmly. Arms spread wide.
His body momentarily a statue…
RAAIIN!!
Another hop. A small jump. A twirl. Fingers patted the evergreen bush.
The ground spongey. T-shirt stuck to his tummy. Shorts soaked.
The brick walkway puddled.
Splash…one blue sneaker. Splash the other one.
A two-year old’s happy tap dance. A smile plastered in place.
Do you like the rain?..
RAAIIN!!
Where’s the rain coming from, buddy?
SKY!!
Little wet hands reached out.
Unfolded.
Palms up…
RAIN!!
Do you like the rain?..
He paused. Pointed and…turned to his parents.
His outstretched arms raised in celebration…
A Victory V…
…and a final shout…
RAIN!!
YAYYYYY!!
So there you have it…
Rain is joy.
Wordless Wednesday
Path
If you stop to be kind you must swerve often from your path.
Mary Webb
I have stopped watching the nightly news. Which is totally unlike me. Usually wanting to know…What Is Going On. The importance of being informed and up-to-date was always at the top of my list. Part of being a responsible citizen.
It seems to me there used to be more balance. The good and the evil. The positive and the negative. Now all I do is wince. Our leaders fighting. Shouting. Accusing. Deaf to the voices of reason…or fairness…or empathy. Especially empathy. Unwilling to even pause and consider a different path.
Nightly Breaking News punches story after story. Announcements line up in 10 second sound bites. Assault…Abuse…Cheating…Lying…. Young child missing…young child found in a shallow grave. Inconsolable parent. Another shooting. Blurry security camera video. One more senseless loss of a sister, a brother.
The news anchor drones on, his face barely changing expression. Night after night.
Rarely would I see kindness…until the final 2 minutes of the broadcast. Showcasing an act of generosity. Compassion. Selflessness.
Good to know there are people still out there…
On a different path.
They deserve more than two minutes of air time.
CFFC – Walks, Trails, Sidewalks
Photo a Week – Sunshine
Nancy Merrill is hosting a photo challenge. The theme this week – Sunshine
IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE A PHOTO OR TWO (OR MORE) OF SUNSHINE
When the sun is shining, everything feels a bit better.
Warmer.
Creating a bright space for peeking.
Out a doorway.
Or a window.
Through the trees.
Inspiring songs, poems, smiles…and photographs.
A favorite part of living across the street from the ocean for 3 months?
This view out the balcony door on a magnificent sunny day…
A favorite part of taking a walk last Saturday?
Discovering the sunshine…framing the trees.
Behind the main street…down a short hill…next to the river…
In my new hometown.
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