Friday, April 18, 2014

A Smattering . . .

 It's Friday, peeps, and you know what that means.

Time to clean out the camera.

Here's Jennie and me on Sunday . . .

 . . . and here's that self-same, newly-green grass, covered in ice, on Wednesday.

 We'll get there, though. We're getting closer and closer. As is Mistah's spiral.

Speaking of Mistah, here are some bananas, looking very yellow against a B&W background, because Mistah is very smart and clever.

Here Jennie and I are again, at our favorite watering hole, manning the fort . . .

 . . . and doing a bang-up job of it, I might add.

Here is one of New London's best murals, miraculously free of cars parked in front of it. It's the first time that has ever happened.

Here is some scungile salad and prosecco, a reward for doing 10 minutes of yard work a couple of weekends ago.

And, finally, my favorite . . .

This cracked me up, every time I watched March Madness online (until I realized I wasted my entire "free pass" on early-round games).

Only 62% loaded??

That's more like it.

I've got some catching up to do.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

T.T.L.E.

The other night as I was sitting in the backyard with my boy gazing at Mars, I thought I’d grab the actual camera for photos instead of using my phone. Wait, what? You can’t see Mars from your back yard? Not even on the night of the Totally Tubular Lunar Eclipse? Poor earthling.

Anyway, I took about 800 really bad photos of a really beautiful subject. It was hard to be still enough to get a good shot out there, but believe me when I tell you that the mental snapshots captured some of the very favorite moments I’ve had in this house. It was just me and my boy outside on a Monday night at midnight. The full moon was spectacular in and of itself, as evidenced by Ellie and her Mistah, but from the moment the earth’s shadow took its first bite of that big white wafer, the viewing became transcendent.









It was awesome, in the way that word can be literal.


The next day at work, when I plugged my camera in to the computer to see what I had to work with, I discovered some previously unexplored photos that had been taken during our recent trip to San Elijo!

Again with the heavenly bodies


camp leisure town

handsome. tall. thin. vertically challenged waistband. 

camp action town

view from above, camp fashion
I love finding gems in my camera too, Beth!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Still life

There are so very often random photos on my phone. Both my middle and youngest daughter can't seem to keep their hands off of the phone, and random photos seem to be their thing. Mostly, especially if the preschooler is in charge, they are blurry photos, beyond recognition.

If my 9 year old is the culprit they may well be super close ups of her own face, which, because they are SO close, are rarely flattering. I mostly delete them all.

However, tonight, when I took a quick glance through my photos I came across this one taken by my 4 year old on Monday morning before school.

Let me assure you that the hour from 7 am  to 8 am at our house is busy, and loud, and sometimes frantic, and that I typically end up yelling. "Where are your shoes?!", "Why isn't your hair brushed?!", "What, are you kidding me? Your dance bag isn't packed yet?" and on and on and on and on it goes.

But this photo? Well this photo was snapped at ~7:55 am, on a school morning, right before departure time, this very week, and  it looks so damn peaceful, doesn't it? So bright and domestic and real and true, and I just can't get enough of it. I love our house. I love those widow-cabinets. I love my girls. I love that my way too long hair can currently only be contained in some throw-back plastic banana clip contraption. I love that super orange sweater. I love the hint of motion. I love that I am not yelling.

I get that it probably does not make you, or anyone--even the midget photographer--nearly as happy as it does me, but really this IS what it's all about right? The little moments, the daily routine, the things we do with love, or love and resentment, or purely from a sense of duty that make our minutes, our days, our lives. Welcome to mine. Sorry, but you're too late for breakfast.