Tag: Photography
Snowman
This post inspired by: January photo a day challenge
Today’s challenge…Snowman.
My favorite holiday decoration is a small (~5″) glass Snowman…given to me by a good friend a few years ago. Last month it rested on our mantle, but before I tucked it away until next year…he struck a few poses on our windowsill.
I appreciate his positive attitude…despite being a snowman with only a hat and scarf to keep warm.
Tuesday Photo Challenge – Gentle
Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo
The theme this week is: Gentle
Fifteen years ago we – my husband, daughter, son & I – attended a large family reunion in upstate New York. It included 18 of us – my parents, sisters, brother, spouses and all 7 cousins/grandchildren plus family friends. It was the first (and only) “away” reunion held at an all inclusive facility on Lake Teedysuskung in the Pocono Mountains. Reunions had been held at my parents’ or sister’s homes until that year.
My parents were the hosts (ie: paying for it) and were anxious for everyone to partake in all the activities…especially the 7 grandchildren.
Keeping everyone well fed, happy and engaged (ages ranging from almost 5 to 74) was no easy task.
As might be expected, there were some conflicts and misunderstandings along with the fun and camaraderie. Unbeknownst to all of us, it would be another 10 years before the 7 cousins were together again.
One image stands out in my memory from that special time together.
The lake.
The kids laughing and jumping off the dock.
Where we went swimming, boating…and watched the sun set one evening.
A slight breeze gently skimming the surface…
A welcome sight after a long…busy…active…drama-filled day.
Tuesday Photo Challenge – Floor
Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo
The theme this week is: Floor
Days before the sale of our home in 2016
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Looking from part of the living room into the den…
This floor of plywood 1 ¼” thick – covered with a carpet…supported a family…
Standing. Sitting. Running. Jumping. Crawling. Sleeping. Rolling. Walking.
Witness for more than 36 years.
Sometimes it squeaked in mysterious places at certain times,
but it never wavered for…
An infant crawling for the first time. Never minding the spit-up.
A baby, lying quietly, carefully picking out carpet lint. Fiber by fiber.
Popping it into her tiny mouth.
A toddler sprawled out “reading” a board book. And then tossing it aside for the next one.
This floor held…
Three cousins lying face down, chins propped in hands, watching television.
A sister and brother doing somersaults. Watch me mom!
Monopoly games…bank money, hotels, houses and the boy in charge of the bank.
Father and son jumping so hard the walls rattled when the Red Sox won the series in 2004.
Birthday party marching bands parading up one side and down the other.
Jump shots and slam dunks in the Michael Jordan Shoot-the-Ball hoop on a stand. Until it broke.
A young girl’s entire dance interpretation of NKOTB’s “Hangin’ Tough” including costume changes.
This floor remained sturdy when…
Standing for photos against the bifold doors: Easter. Halloween. Prom. Birthday. Group party pics. Or just because.
Teenagers collapsed in hysterics trying to master Twister.
Christmas trees were decorated.
Waiting for the gifts Santa would put beneath it.
No chimney required.
This floor supported a couch…chairs…coffee table…first hand-me-down…and then new.
Piecemeal furniture piled high with books, records, toys, magazines, framed photographs.
All steady and secure on this base for our home.
One might think a floor is just a floor.
But sometimes it isn’t.
Wordless Wednesday
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge
Cee’s Challenge topic this week is Bicycles, Tricycles, Motorcycles, Wagons
My first 2 wheel bicycle was a pink Schwinn.
Zooming down our neighborhood street – with my sister in hot pursuit on her tricycle – was a common occurrence.
As the older sister, I was honor bound to win the race…training wheels and all.
Old
This post inspired by One Word Sunday
One warm summer day
My grandmother and her mother
Posed on a park bench
Complete with handbags, hats and gloves.
Ankles carefully crossed.
I bet my grandfather said “smile”
Before he snapped the photo.
