Lock

Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo: Lock

 

As I was visiting my daughter this week, I noticed my old black trunk nestled in the corner of her dining room. Topped with my grandson’s toy trucks parked in a neat row along one edge.

I had filled that trunk with bell bottoms and books to bring to college. To my first apartment. To my internship. Often covered with a cloth and used as a coffee table. A bench. A shelf.

It came with me to the home where I raised my children. Where it was stored in the basement for years.

I passed it down to my daughter when she went to college. And she has been using it ever since. Its lock is now loose. The key…probably long gone. Not really necessary anyway.

The mechanism…barely holding on.

Lock

 

Now an antique…
…but what tales it could tell.

Overhead

Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo. The prompt: Overhead

 

During a recent visit to the Currier Gallery of Art in Manchester, NH, I noticed this steel sculpture next to the front entrance.

Its moving parts caught my attention in the slight breeze…

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…as I stood underneath to catch them in motion…

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In case you’re interested…as it appears viewed from the side…

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Rectangles

Inspired by the Dutch goes the Photo Challenge: Rectangles

 

One winter day, I was enjoying several hours visiting the “Ansel Adams in Our Time” exhibit at The Boston Museum of Fine Arts. Along with my husband and two dear friends.

Taking a break at the museum’s cafe…a hot cup of tea in hand…I looked up and was treated to…

rectangle ceiling

…a ceiling view deserving of its own exhibit.

 

 

 

Sculpture

Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo. The prompt:  Sculpture

 

During my visit to the Shelburne Museum (in Shelburne, Vermont) last month, I was blown away by the circus exhibit. Or rather…the entire building full of circus exhibits.

Upon entering the Circus Building, a large glassed-in area displays an entire three-ring circus of tiny hand carved wooden sculptures. The photographs below give just a hint at the genius and beauty of this vast work of art. I highly recommend viewing it in person.

The official description:

The Kirk Brothers Circus is a miniature three-ring circus, complete with an audience, comprised of more than 3,500 pieces. Edgar Kirk fashioned the figures over a period of forty years using only a treadle jigsaw and penknife.

 

circus one

 

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circus two

 

 

Hill

Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo. The prompt: Hill

 

The hills in San Francisco are daunting…which we discovered during a vacation in 1979.  Cable cars became our preferred method of getting around the city.

Why? They were efficient, fun and fast…

As one hill led to another…

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…and another…

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It sure beat walking!

 

(35 mm film)

Wall

Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo. The prompt: Wall

 

wall of leaves
Wall of Leaves

 

One November day last year, I caught the last colors of nature…holding on tight… before winter arrived…

…and erased them from the landscape.

 

Outdoors

Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo. The prompt: Outdoors

 

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Tree Farm 2008

 

Outdoors…

Where my family of 4 played, walked, explored, planted, vacationed and amassed countless memories.

We also discovered…it was the only place where you could carefully pick out a Christmas tree.

From many tree options.

And cut it down yourself.

For 28 years we piled into the car and drove the few miles to a local Christmas tree farm. Usually in early December. In later years, when the kids were in college, we went the weekend after Thanksgiving – so they could both participate.

It began with just my husband and me. Then with our daughter. Five years later our son completed the family group. His first visit, at age 4 weeks, was in a front pack I wore close to my chest.

Up and down the paths we’d search. The kids running ahead. Often in different directions (hence no photos from those years)…Here’s one! No, here’s one! Look I found it! What about THIS one?

We hunted for just the right tree. Tall, but not too tall. Wide, but not too wide. No big gaps (or gapes as they used to giggle) between the branches.  We also learned to avoid the blue spruces with their prickly needles. Sometimes it took a while for nature to cooperate with our requirements. And often there was snow to tromp through…adding to the adventure and challenge.

We’d agree – finally – on the perfect (or near perfect) choice. Cut it down. Carefully tie it to the roof of the station wagon. And bring it home.

If we weren’t buying it that day, we attached a tag with our name written on it to the top branch. Nearer to December 25th, we’d return – with our handsaw. And hopefully remember where our tagged tree was!

Once our children stopped coming home for Thanksgiving to participate in the weekend tree tagging, this tradition came to its natural end in 2009 – our last family trip to the tree farm.

 

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