Pretty Sunday

It's Springtime and I'm called in different directions: the sun, the house, and the camera.

The sun:  Our yard is a weedy meadow, front and back. I want to enjoy the space, raise chickens and herbs

but

The house:  now that the rains have stopped and we can raise high the windows (if not the roof beams), I want to clean and paint and organize

but

The camera: my brain wants to make pictures.  Frankly, I'm afraid that if I put down the camera and turn my attention to other things, it'll be another 20 years before I pick it up again. 

So

Screw it.

Here's what my camera did in a room that needs to be gutted, rebuilt and painted:

Mama's Got a New Pair of Shoes

and Frida Kahlo socks!

My girl tried to steal my shoes.  And so it begins.

Planning

'Nuff said.

"True life is lived when tiny changes occur." --Tolstoy

Flickr got me the other day.  It reported on FB that I had uploaded 100 photos when I hadn't.  I had uploaded a big chunk but not 100.  (Also, I often delete photos after the upload -- it's a good way to compare them and choose the one I like the best -- but Flickr doesn't report that.)

Some excellent photographers upload only one or two photos at a time.  How do they do that?  Pick just one?  So that's my goal.  To pick the best of the best and put it here.  I will learn restraint.  My husband will be so pleased. 

Today there is just nothing better than my girl.

This is a story about love

"Mom, can we stop talking and turn off the radio?  I want to think."
"Okay.  Will you tell me what you were thinking about after you think it?"
"Sure."
Silence.
Later: "What were you thinking about?"
"Well, I started telling myself a story.  I was sitting under an apple tree.  Maybe it was a pear tree.  Then I thought maybe it was an orange tree.  I like oranges but they make my tongue bumpy. By the time I was finished thinking, I was trying to decide which I like better, pandas or koalas.  Is bamboo a vegetable?"

Little Houses, Little Houses

The older I get, the more fascinated I am by the mundane.  Walking the red carpet may be more interesting, but flossing your teeth every day may be the harder thing to do.

I love finding homes and front yards like these and recording the image.  They're soothing. Nothing fancy.  Calm. Basic.  Easy to care for. Not a lot of fuss.  Straightforward: what you see is what you get.  

These houses do not wear their hearts on their sleeves. They don't communicate a whole lot about what's inside.

These are the cocoons, not the butterflies.

While there's no subterfuge, there's still a little mystery.

Don't Want To

clean up the kitchen.