A Photo a Week Challenge: attitude
IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE A PHOTO OR TWO THAT PORTRAYS ATTITUDE.
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Right from the start…
And so she persisted.
A Polaroid proves…who could have resisted?
Tag: Family Photos
Playing Perspectives
BeckyB July Squares: Perspectives
Today is the last day of Becky B’s fantastic month long challenge. Every photo has to be square – and in some way portray this month’s theme: perspectives.
It goes without saying that life around the world has changed in the last few months – and our perspectives along with it. I can only speak for myself as to specifics – but along with the isolation, restrictions and fear…there has been at least one silver lining in my family life.
My husband teaches guitar for a living – has been doing so for over 40 years. Both of our children have guitars and have benefitted from his influence and guidance over the years.
Our son’s interest in the guitar began during his senior year in college and he made do with my old acoustic from childhood. He started his post-college life in the Washington DC area and during a 2014 visit, Dad was able to give him a few lessons.
While I obviously snuck around taking photos…as usual…
We gave our son a new guitar for his birthday shortly thereafter.
However, as a busy young finance professional, he hadn’t had much time to really dive into it. Until COVID-19 hit and changed everything.
Quarantined at home in Washington, DC, he picked up the guitar again this past March. He has been connecting with Dad on a weekly basis for lessons and conversation ever since.
Guitar lessons and connections during a pandemic…a new perspective.
Silly Business
One Word Sunday: Nosy
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Life with a 2 year old provides a perfect opportunity for Supreme Silliness. One of the many benefits of parenthood.
This image from 36 (!) years ago popped into my mind when I saw the topic for this week’s challenge. It took a while to locate…and the print quality isn’t the greatest…but it’s proof positive that Groucho nose glasses never made anybody grouchy in our house!
Happy Sunday Everyone!
Sprinkled
Double inspiration this week…
Lens-Artists Challenge #95: All Wet
I hope you’ve enjoyed my departure from the everyday challenges of our COVID-19 world, and that you too have some archived wet images to share.
V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #95: What a Child Knows
This week, let’s tune into the wisdom of children, or look inside to reconnect with our inner child and innate wisdom.
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If you own a home…with a yard…you often end up with a lawn that gets a bit finicky every now and then, especially in the summer.
In other words it gets crunchy in places.
Back in the days of such situations…when rain became elusive, we dragged out the green 25 foot garden hose and attached our sturdy “oscillating” lawn sprinkler. It needed to be positioned just right – in order to direct the much needed drink of water to the thirsty spots on our lawn. This took patience.
You also had to calculate exactly when to dash out of the way to re-position the sprinkler when necessary.
No sense in soaking yourself, the driveway or creating a river into the street.
Just the grass needed to get…All Wet…
With special attention paid to the Brown Spots.
Children meet up with a lawn sprinkler…and it’s a whole different story.
Never mind the grass. Or crunchiness. Who cares about brown spots? They sure don’t.
Water shooting high into the air out of a rotating metal bar with holes in it…is not about soaking the grass. Not at all.
It is really just a mechanism designed to get them all wet and cooled off in the hot summer sun.
Including a variety of delightful shenanigans…
Enjoying every sunlit moment.
They know.
Back in the day
One Word Sunday: Communication
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I miss the days of close proximity.
When a single touch is worth a thousand words.
Time for a Rest
Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo: Rest
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A baby at rest.
A welcome sight for a sleep deprived new mom.
At 5 months old, my daughter often found it difficult to wind down. Close her eyes and take a rest. A nap even. So many exciting happenings in her baby world. Lights. Smiles. Laughs. Talking. Music. Hugs. Books. Sunshine. Mama’s Milk. Bananas. Cereal. Baby walker exploring. Johnny Jump-Up calisthenics.
She never wanted to miss a thing. Still doesn’t.
Resting happened wherever she happened to be.
Which was fine with me.
Happy Birthday Firstborn!
On Your Mark…
…Get Set…
Young children know when to take action.
They just know…
Even if it’s just the spark of fun ignited by a soccer ball and the chance to race dad up and down a court at the neighborhood park.
They don’t wait for instruction at the age of 3 ½.
They don’t second guess themselves.
Rarely do they wonder what to do next.
Or hesitate to debate all the possibilities.
Or weigh every risk.
Rarely is there self doubt…
Only a response to pure instinct…
Before fulfilling a simple wish…in a simple game…for the exhilaration of out-of-breath, heart pumping movement.
One kick at a time.
One step at a time.
One jump at a time.
One giggle at a time…
…GO!
Shrieking with confidence.
Under a sunny sky.
We have much to learn from such joyful spontaneity.
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Doubly inspired…
V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #78: action
…think about where action is needed in your life, or in the world in general. The word itself does not need to appear in your post, but the movement should be obvious.
A Photo a Week Challenge: At Play
IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE A PHOTO OR TWO (OR MORE) OF PLAYING.
Three
When you turn three, maybe you can count that high.
With your fingers. Grapes on your plate. Cheerios. Green beans.
My grandson turned 3 today. I was lucky enough to travel to Washington, DC to spend the weekend with him, his parents and his dog.
And attend…two parties.
One with his friends yesterday.
One with family today.
Whew!
Two days filled with doing his favorite things…
Climbing. Running. Jumping. Giggling. Singing. Eating. Walking. Talking. Baseball. Basketball. Shouting…
Grandma Come!
Backhoes. Dump Trucks. Front Loaders. Construction Cones…everywhere!
Birthday morning visit to the National Zoo. Lions…no tigers or bears…but monkeys, alpacas, an orangutang, cows, goats, donkeys, elephants and a gorilla family…oh my.
Afternoon with family from near and far. Sharing a small boy’s celebration of a third year of living life. Joyfully. Playfully. With energy to spare.
Blue eyes full of fun, love and mischief. Hints of his mother long ago, but mostly just uniquely him.
Grampa and I fly home tomorrow.
We will look through the hundreds of photos we took.
Smile.
And sleep.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Shadows
Cee’s Challenge topic this week is Shadows
Fun with my Christmas Cactus a few months ago…
Summer Fun chasing a quick-footed red-hatted 2 year old, who liked to hide in the shadows…
…or beat me to the door….(whichever came first)
Homecoming 1964
This post inspired by Ragtag Daily Prompt: Homecoming
Homecoming
Prompt questions: Have you ever left home? Have you ever returned?
Answer: Yes and no.
I left home in my mind many times growing up. I had a small knapsack tucked in the back corner of my overfilled closet…containing what I must have considered necessities. Quarters. Tissues. Comb. Toothbrush. Underwear. Perhaps Bazooka bubble gum.
Since I never followed through on my plan, there was never any homecoming.
Coming home from summer camps, summer jobs, college…all happened without much fanfare. And my uneasy life would fall into place once again.
More joyous childhood homecomings were wrapped up with my grandparents, who I adored. One in particular took place in 1964. My widowed great grandmother lived in Ohio and traveled to the East Coast to visit only a few times before she died in 1968. She was sweet and very soft spoken. Her skin…smooth and powdery. Fragile. She was my mother’s grandmother.
When she made the trip, it was a homecoming of sorts as she was able to spend time with her daughter (my grandmother) as well. We always made a very special occasion out of her visits. Celebration meals. Trips. And…lots of photographs.
The 4 generation pose was popular. My sisters, brother and I took turns sitting with my mother, grandmother and great grandmother.
I don’t remember if we were instructed in how to pose.
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