Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo: Glow
…There are many choices, so feel free to push the boundaries and shoot for that glowing review!
I wasn’t sure what to expect last night when I went to a local Festival of Trees fundraiser. I had not attended one of these events before, but I grabbed my camera – knowing there would be something glowing. Christmas trees, right?
What I found was the town hall filled with 52 fully decorated lit up Christmas trees – all being bid on in a silent auction format. Add your name to the list with a bid higher than the person before you. Highest bidder buys the tree. All proceeds went to a local nonprofit benefitting children in need.
The trees were decorated and donated by local community groups and businesses. Townspeople of all ages were in attendance checking out the trees. And, yes, taking pictures as well.
Needless to say, overhead lighting was minimal – to showcase the beautiful trees of course – and as a result many of my shots were not sharply focused. Or…I will more kindly describe them as soft focus.
I did spot a glowing tree topper:
But my favorite glowing example was this…well…bride tree? I wish I had made a note of who came up with this rather creative way to trim a tree.
I don’t imagine it was one of the churches.
However, anything is possible…
…and it does give “The glowing bride” new meaning.
Inspired by V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #75: Satisfying
Take a moment for enjoyment, particularly the satisfying kind, and drop us a line to share.
The morning sun.
A steaming mug of coffee.
The day’s newspaper.
There’s nothing like it – particularly when you are retired, nest emptied…with no place you have to go.
I remember visualizing this possibility years ago…back in the days of hectic mornings. Getting kids ready for school. Homework! Lunch money! Permission slips! Hat! Coat! Ready Set Go!
Getting myself ready for work. Both paid and unpaid. And out the door before 8 am. Breakfast eaten in gulps. That ever important coffee…waiting until I arrived at my office. To be sipped throughout the morning…lukewarm to cold.
Mornings are different now…
The most satisfying part of my day is the uninterrupted time I have to eat breakfast. While I…slowly and quietly…wake up. And honor the part of me that is NOT a morning person.
And then…the highlight: I can enjoy drinking my coffee while it’s hot. As I read the local newspaper. A real paper. Without feeling guilty when it takes an hour…or more.
I quickly scan…and choose what to read first…
Until I find something positive…
…for a satisfying start to the day.
Inspired by Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #74: Abstract
Feel free to go beyond the traditional realistic image of an object, scene, or element. Take a photo of anything that catches your eye and allows you to express your artistic view of the world. You can also focus on details which are normally ignored and make your viewers use their imaginations.
What do we have here?
Outside…one summer day, camera in hand…
…a glint of sun dancing across the surface as I catch it.
Or an afternoon spent inside…
…pouring over art for sale.
Inspired by Sunshine’s Macro Monday #20
I recently peeked inside my exploding Christmas Cactus…
and discovered one more bud ready to burst.
Inspired by Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge: Doors and Drawers
One herb or spice per drawer…each a medicinal hope for ailing customers who entered this Vermont pharmacy…sometime in the early 1900s.
A piece of history on display at the Shelburne Museum in Shelburne, Vermont.
Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo: Peace
…share posts that evoke the sense of peace for you, in whatever form that might take.
Several months ago, I discovered a small clearing in the woods in back of my condo building…which I often gravitate to when I am out for a walk.
Even though I can still hear the roar of the traffic from the nearby highway, it is my peaceful place. I often wish there was a place to sit.
Perhaps the coincidence traces back decades to when I used to spend afternoons out exploring the wooded area down the street with my friend Kathleen. Gathering rocks and leaves and the odd rusty nail in an old bucket. Or – alone – perched in a tree in my front yard, hidden from the world…as deep in thought as a 9 year old can be. I always felt a sense of belonging…and a sense of lightness being in the out-of-doors.
Although now there is no tree climbing…
…that sense of belonging continues.