I’ve worn glasses since I was seven and feel as if most of my life has been a battle to keep the world in focus. As a result, although I appreciate other photographer’s out-of-focus images, I just can’t accept a lack of clarity in mine.
I don’t have as much of a problem with a background that isn’t clear, it’s a fuzzy foreground that presents an optical conundrum for me.
In the end, all three of my grandchildren are at my home this week, so THEY are my focus! And I must say, although they are capable of great concentration when they’re doing something they enjoy, it’s often hard to get them to sit still long enough to focus a camera on them. That, however, doesn’t stop me from trying. And really, doesn’t motion in a picture of kids simply prove they’re doing what kids do best?
Hoping your week is proving to be as fun as mine is. What I’ve discovered is that in the twenty-five years since I’ve had a three-year-old, I’d forgotten how deeply satisfying after nap snuggles are, especially when they occur during a thunderstorm.
No picture needed, either in, or out, of focus. The memory is revived.
I grew up surrounded by cousins. Jane was one of my best friends throughout grade school and high school and although our adult lives have separated us we’ll always have a bond that’s different than most because of that family dimension and the countless hours we spent together as our personalities took shape.
I love seeing my grandchildren having the same experience.
My life is in a rather safe place right now.
I’m thankful, feeling blessed, and always aware that things can change in a second.
As a result I don’t go looking for danger but I suppose there are always warning signs around us, keeping us aware and safe. I spied this one in Metarie, Louisiana this past weekend. It’s especially significant in an area that was once flooded by Katrina, a storm that dramatically changed the lives of so many.
The photo isn’t very artistic so I had fun this morning playing with a favorite app…Super Photo. Sometimes ya’ just gotta have fun and work with what you have.
Even when danger could be waiting nearby.
No wanderlust here these days.
After a nine month process of putting our home in Virginia on the market, selling it, moving, buying a house and unpacking, I’m finally finished with the process.
With views like this in my new home and with my favorite things and people around me (that’s my sister in the dining room, visiting from Wisconsin), I simply have no desire to go anywhere else.
For the moment anyway!
For all of my adult life I’ve moved frequently so my gardening has been done in containers and pots. I’ve seldom witnessed planting perennials in the ground and seeing them emerge from the dirt and flower in subsequent years. I’ve enjoyed the bulbs and seeds that others have planted in the yards of houses I’ve lived in and the bulbs and seeds I’ve planted over the years are hopefully still flowering long after I’ve gone for the pleasure of others but I’ve not had the opportunity to plan and nurture garden beds over a length of time.
For the past several years I’ve not even planted in pots due to a move two summers ago and putting our home on the market last year.
However, this year is different….this year I’m settling into a home that I plan to be in for a while.
This year I got my hands into the dirt and came away with the earth under my fingernails.
I’ve been admiring a proliferation of Queen Anne’s Lace along the roads near my home in Louisiana.
Today I stopped to get a closer look and was surprised to find this particular flower, not quite open, tinged with pink…..
I spent last week in Chicago. It was cold, raining, and the city was dense with fog for most of the week.
But it was also dense with people, energy, color and line in the best of ways. Being there in the middle of all that was a stark contrast to the small southern town I’ve recently started calling home.