Playtime….This week’s P52 Photo Challenge.
I’ve missed my deadline again for the P52 Challenge. My only excuse is that life has been more about spending time with people this past week than about making pictures (although I did do plenty of that) or more accurately about the challenge itself or blogging about it. I’m pretty sure I’m okay with that.
I didn’t take this picture but doesn’t it illustrate the challenge perfectly?
Who knows more about playing than a Lab? Xavier’s joy is complete when someone is playing with him.
My thanks to my husband for texting this picture to me this afternoon.
And yes, we text each other even when we’re at home together,
Favorite Things….this week’s P52 Photo Challenge
I’m being literal with this week’s challenge. My first inclination was to post pictures of my grandsons.
However, they aren’t things.
Flowers are things. And this time of year I get such pleasure in watching them grow and thrive.
These are flower shots taken in Louisiana this past week.
I hope they make you smile as much as watching them grow and blossom makes me smile.
Still Life….this weeks P52 Photo Challenge
There is definitely not enough “still” in my life.
After almost three weeks of being in DC visiting my oldest son I’m pretty sure I’ve not paused to be still since returning home.
In my younger days I didn’t appreciate stillness. I had places to be and people to see. I had a life to live.
These days I love being still.
In the museums I visited in DC I stopped to study a few still life paintings and felt as if I was “seeing” them for the first time.
I used to think that particular genre was stiff and uninteresting. I was an art major. I was way too “edgy” to be enamored with paintings of fruit or flowers. As I have mellowed into the middle years of my life I now find them to be restful and marvel at the artist’s ability to capture the light and the essence of that which is still. Still does not equal stagnant. How is it that it has taken me over 50 years of living to understand that?
This is my still life from my days in DC. Dare I admit that I really enjoyed being away from the fray and the bustle of being a command spouse? Of course I can. A lot of you will understand completely. When was the last time you had the chance to peel an orange and then really see the way the light streaming through the kitchen door illuminated that glorious fruit?
Fiesta or Siesta….this week’s P52 Photo Challenge
No one “siestas” better than a cat.
“Why do cats sleep so much? Perhaps they’ve been trusted with some major cosmic task, an essential law of physics – such as: if there are less than 5 million cats sleeping at any one time the world will stop spinning.
So that when you look at them and think, “what a lazy, good-for-nothing animal,” they are, in fact, working very, very hard.”
― Kate Atkinson
Are you REALLY daring to disturb my siesta?!?
Green….this week’s P52 Photo Challenge
I’m on a roll with childhood memories lately. Perhaps being away from my home for two weeks has spurred that on.
This caught my eye as I walked down Mt. Vernon Avenue a few days ago. Although the clothes are on hangars they reminded me of the backyard clotheslines of my youth.
My mom hung the clothes out to dry long after she obtained a dryer. It was no simple task as the baskets of wet clothes had to be hauled up a flight of basement stairs, through the kitchen and then down the back steps to the yard. I’m sure it was lot easier to toss them in the dryer but Mom loved the smell of clothes and sheets that dried in the fresh air and sunshine.
Me, I love the smell of fabric softener instead. Maybe it’s because I’ve never had to go down into a dark, unfinished basement to do my laundry.
This is what I buy and use clothespins for:
Mom also ironed and I do as little of that as possible. In some respects I am not my mother’s daughter.
I suppose Mom was green many decades before “being green” was popular.
Details….this week’s P52 Photo Challenge
These were the details of my life on Tuesday, March 27, 2012.
A phone call at 5:01 a.m. that woke me out of a sound sleep.
384 miles in the car in just over 6 hours with 3 pit stops.
2 hours later, 100% effaced and 10 centimeters dilated.
3 pushes and a birth at 5:21 p.m.
5 weeks early.
6 lbs. 3 ozs.
18 inches long.
Xander is born…our second grandson!
Sometimes life is all about the details.
This week’s P52 Photo Challenge is “hunger.”
I’ve been hungry many times in my life. More times than I’d like to admit I’ve said I “was starving.” In reality I’ve never even been remotely close to starving.
I have never known hunger.
For that I am thankful.
I’ve always known who my eyes belonged to. They are my mother’s eyes all the way.
My origins are documented in records of birth, a baby book, first footprints, many childhood pictures and family stories that begin the day I was born and have continued for 53 years. I’ve always taken that for granted. Until recently when a friend started to share her story.
Meet Terri, who was adopted as a very young child. She had no birth certificate, no baby pictures of herself, no stories of her first years. Born in 1965, she started searching for the missing pieces of her life when she was 12. In 1991 she discovered the names of brothers and sisters but didn’t meet them until 2010. In May of 2011 she met her father and discovered her birth mother’s last name. Her birth parents had not stayed together so he didn’t have much more information to offer her other than that one crucial piece. It was what Terri needed to find her mother.
Unlike a Hallmark movie, there is no tearful reunion in an airport terminal or a sunny park. Terri’s mother had passed away a few years before. There were still unanswered questions.
A few weeks ago a much-anticipated package arrived at a house on Chennault Avenue at Barksdale Air Force Base. An uncle had been located who had kept and guarded a handful of photos and a piece of paper for decades in hopes of one day putting them in the hands of a niece he had lost track of. Terri’s hands trembled as she opened it, knowing it contained the official hospital record of her birth along with pictures of herself as a baby.
And more importantly, a photograph of a young toddler sitting on her mother’s lap, the mother’s protective arms around her young daughter.
Quietly, with tears streaming down her face, Terri tucked it all back in the package until her husband could be by her side.
Now Terri knows where she got her eyes. We should all have that privilege.
Project 52’s photo challenge of the week is about being still.
I’ve been thinking about this project all week. I didn’t want my photo to be contrived so was simply waiting for it to appear and appear it did. As I was rushing into church this morning, running late to take my place in the choir before mass started, this is what I saw.
What a beautiful and quiet moment. It stopped me in my tracks.
It took another still person to make me still.