Pilfered Picture Project: Week 19 ~ Green

I wasn't quite sure what Green meant to me. I am so sick of hearing it in an environmental context because it makes me frightened this is just a "trend" and will soon be abandoned by the wayside. And there was the so very obvious green of a country springtime all around me.

So what is Green? How does one visualize it? I have seen through green every day of my life - not only in my life's practices, but also my eyes.


We were brought up to shut off lights when we leave a room, turn off the water while brushing our teeth, and to reuse and recycle everything we can. I look around the farm, and I see green.
The light through the leaves was lovely this afternoon, too. It made a cloudy, gloomy day feel more like spring. This is from the tree that nearly concussed and injured us, looking down the hollow stump to see if Momma bird did have a nest there. I saw her take food in today. She must! I celebrate the many aspects of the tree:

Pilfered Picture Project: Weeks 17 & 18

Hands and Season eluded me. Now that I am almost feeling better, I have been preoccupied with lots of projects here, including a compost bin instead of just using a plastic storage bin!

My thoughts for Hands were varied. I thought about how much time I have lost on illness already this year, so I was wondering if I should pursue the hands of a clock. Then, this afternoon, a much more obvious one dawned one me.

The hands of my husband heal, comfort, and perform surgery, yet still take the time to have fun. I present "Husband's Hands" - holding the ball he was throwing for our dog, Joey. (And kicking AT me, not TO me, mind you, but AT me!)



And here is another. You see, before I went in the hospital, I purchased 3 jalapenos. Mexican is one of our favorites and is a true winner for my celiac disease! The problem is, one of the peppers disappeared. (JOEY!) So, Joey decided, several weeks later, she would find it, bring it to Mumma, and leave it on the floor next to the bed for Daddy to present. Here it is, in his Hands:




But what of "Season"? Should be easy enough, on a farm at least.


I thought of babies, and along came Baby Toad. (Dennis Hopper, Jr.) I apologize for the blurry post, but he was only about 1/2 an inch long and very squirmy~
And an iris leant itself an O'Keefe kind of air.


The many pictures we attempted to take of the inside of a hollowed out branch stump (where we believe birds have nested) proved in vain. And nearly got Tim a concussion and me a twisted ankle.


We'll stick to the ground, for the moment!


Enjoy ~

I know. I'm behind in the project

I am missing weeks 17 & 18: Hands and Season

Season is easy, but Hands? Ugh!

At least I am almost able to stand upright unaided. Watch for updates!

Pilfered Picture Project - Week 16 ~ Bench

So, I found myself in the hospital. An allergic reaction to a new medication left me with dystonia on the left side. While I am recovering, I am still weak and finding myself with little to no gross motor control on the left. I didn't want to fall behind on the project, so I snapped the first thing I could think of . . .


The theme for the week was Bench.



This is the windowseat in our dining room. It was the original site of the front entrance to our home. It is now Joey's favorite place to stay, and I usually let her, although only if she does not bark at everyone who goes by on the road. USUALLY she is pretty good. And then a squirrel moved in to the tree outside of it.


Yeah, you guessed it. Joey is banned from the window. She broke it once in December already. So, the bench has become a storage place for many things, well really ANY thing to keep her away from the window! She's lucky she's cute!



I can't wait until we put a sunroom there!

Pilfered Picture Project: Week 15 ~ In motion, II: The moon progresses

Through the haze this morning, the moon was shining. Lower on the horizon than even yesterday. Outlined by the jagged bare branches outside of our curtained bedroom window and the soffits of our roof, it was amazing to see how very far it moved, in motion, in mere moments. About 7, to be exact. As Sol began to rise, chasing Luna away, starting the day, bullying her gentleness with his relentless light, she even appeared to wither.

Pilfered Picture Project: In Motion

A friend's brother, Jayson. At his dojo. Looking amazing. Reveling in the gift of flight. Pure poetry In Motion.

Pilfered Picture Project: DOF, but in reverse

So, I'm doing the weeks of the project in reverse - much like the picture next week is supposed to be about depth of field and I'm posting reverse DOF this week. I caught a cute pic of Joey (aka Bonkey, rhymes with Monkey) today, as I played with her and Fishka - her squeaky fish toy.

This has become her favorite. We have a yellow one also, but the pink Fishka (a Kafka-esque fish) is the only one that really matters to her and to the scheme of things.

Bonkey reminds me of a deepwater ocean fish - the kind that lures its prey. She will lie down on the floor, Fishka about 3 feet away, and then bark ferociously at any of the other animals who come near. This would be kind of cute except she also does it all night long.

I took away Fishka last night before bed. First full night of sleep we've had for three weeks . . .