Still, you never could tell. Especially when it came to family. You thought you were done with someone, and they’d reappear when you least expected to see them. (p. 142)
The Probable Future
by Alice Hoffman
Toronto: Doubleday, 2003
I do believe I will be dealing with family issues until the day I die. Don’t we all? The picture, above, is from my trip to Scotland – my paternal grandfather’s ancestral home. I didn’t get close to where he lived but here is the capital city of Edinburgh and I know that my grandfather walked these streets at least at one point in his life. This is why I would time travel – to meet my ancestors and know them before they knew me.
The picture is for the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life.
The possibilities are endless.
To play. To have fun. To enjoy. To play.
When did I last laugh?
To begin anew.
Joy is a full day exploring an old cemetery with or without company.
This week’s photo challenge at the Daily Post is The Hue of You (cute wordplay, by the way – it made me smile).
“For this challenge, we want to keep it simple: share a photograph with a prominent color (or assortment of colors) that reveals more about you. It could be a symbolic, meaningful shade; a color that expresses how you currently feel; or a combination of colors that excites you and tells a visual story.”
I’ve always been drawn to the primary colours of yellow and blue.
From the brightness of local playground equipment….
To the pattern on the bathroom wall at Wanuskewin Heritage Park…
To the yellow and blue house that I use to pass on my daily walk.
Here it is before it sold…
And here it is after (repainted in the same colours). Hooray, I was worried the new owners would replace the colour scheme with something different!
So, what does this say about me. That I’m still childlike (primary colours), that I’m attracted to what makes me smile (aren’t we all) and that right now, I need smiles (it’s been a bad year).
Some weeks I really don’t want to blog; you may have noticed I have participated in a lot of photography challenges this year.
So, what hue are you?
I was never the sort of person who wrote on walls. I was raised up to be perfect in my manners and decorum. It was too quiet a life. It is too quiet a life. I think, sometimes, you should break the rules (especially when you’re growing up and just learning who you want to be). Otherwise, you get too scared to make good art.
The picture above is just part of an alley wall mural. I love the whole wall but it is impossible to get a picture without wires and light posts getting in the way and I have little Photoshop skills.
Do yourself good. Write on the walls!
Weekly photo challenge via The Daily Post.
Sea. What kind of emotions does the sea or ocean make you feel? Do you remember the first time you went in the water? Had a wave crash on you? Felt the sand burn your feet? Do you feel more peaceful around water? Do you hate the beach? What’s the most interesting thing about the sea for you?
I was being artsy here, trying to portray the vastness and calmness of the sea. We can only ever see just such a small portion of the sea. I prefer lakes because one can float and still keep the shoreline in view. I have a complicated relationship with large bodies of water.
Perhaps some summer, I’ll tell you why.
A nightmare woke me up this morning!
I was being plagued by mice, rats, voles and other such rodents.
The mice and rats left me alone but the vole bit my finger and wouldn’t let go until I pinched his cheeks together.
And then I woke up.
What is this foreshadowing?
Do you believe dreams are prophetic?
No More Nightmares, please!
Taken with iphone 4 on auto – I was standing on the sidewalk trying to keep the bottom of the fence level, not sure if it worked or not. I like the photo just not sure why. It’s not a personal connection – I don’t know anyone who lives in that house or built that fence. It’s not something that I can articulate, it just makes me smile. I love the colour of the wood, the way the sunlight hits it and the clear blue above. I love the way the shadows dance on the wood.
How do you like my fancy new cast? I slipped on the ice on Easter Sunday and fell on top of my wrist which broke, of course. This was not the change I was looking for. But I am learning a lot!
Like how hard it is to get dressed with only one operable hand and forget hanging up jeans at all. Forget hanging up anything or making a bed or sweeping a floor. I’m becoming a slovenly teenager late in life! Didn’t I just mention a few posts back how I wanted someone to take care of me – send applications to ;-) .
I had to get my sister to open the jam when she was here last weekend but I was able to figure out how to open the juice today by myself. I held it under my armpit and used my good hand to untwist the lid. It wasn’t too messy and now my armpit smells like mangos.
And did you know that regular pill use gets you constipated! Not fun!
Plus, it would be a good idea to cut your long hair before you break your arm as it is very hard to wash it one-handed.
I’d ask how Pirates did it but then they were never known for their cleanliness!
And the more expensive the toilet paper the easier it is to tear at the perforations.
I’d show you pictures of my bruises but they’re on my good hand and I can’t use the other hand to take photos right now.
I only have four button down shirts and on three the buttons are too small to do up with one hand. Let’s not even talk about bras and how hard they are to do up even in the best of circumstances.
Breaking bones leaves you very tired and the resetting is worse then the breaking. The emergency room doctor was impressed that I didn’t swear when she reset my wrist even though I had permission to do so. I guess I wouldn’t make a very good pirate after all.
My blog posts, for the rest of April may be shorter than usual as I adjust to this change!
And learn what it is possible to do mostly one-handed.
Are you ambidextrous? What can you do one handed? I can turn on the bath tub taps with either foot but that is not helping me now (can’t shower, can’t take a bath, can’t get my cast wet).
I wish I were a cat and could lick myself clean as sponge bathing is annoying (but there are certain parts you don’t want to lick)!
Can Winter be over now, she asks, as she watches the snow come down (once again) outside her window?
Inspired by The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge.
(Click on the second photo for a book recommendation).
I go out for my morning walk without my camera because I just plan to walk; it’s too cold to fiddle with a camera and really, how much has the landscape changed anyway!
However, Friday’s photo memes are peculating in my head.
Shadows are easy. It’s an early morning walk; the sun is just coming up and it’s at my back. I just have to remember not to get my shadow in the picture.
The most interesting things about the picture I don’t even notice until I get home and start manipulating the image. My focus as I shoot is on the smiley face. I don’t notice the angel shadow to the left and is that Santa’s sleigh still stuck on the roof?
By Robert Louis Stevenson