Always kind of liked this photo I took along a bike trail a few months ago but never really knew where it ‘fit’ until I stumbled across Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: Week 24. Maybe it will find a home here!
NO idea what that is laying on the ground to the right of the frame… 🙂
A shot of the Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park for Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge 2014 #25.
Love this post from my fun friend Mara!
I was looking to shoot pictures of autumn landscape for the entire autumn. It was never going to happen. The autumn weather started, but the darn leaves clung to their native trees like a cat lady clings to her cats and refused to sail to the ground picturesquely. Then the leaves finally turned into autumn colours, but I could only suspect rather than see because of the onset of permanent impenetrable mist. When the mist lifted weeks later, the leaves were gone. Bastards. Bemoaning my bad luck, cosmic irony, existential malaise and other smart-sounding annoyances, I went shooting outdoors one of these colourless overcast days anyway.
As a person who suffers from unbearable cold even at the height of summer, it was imperative that I wrap myself up properly for the expedition. I have a set of winter clothes put aside specially for the purpose of rolling on the ground…
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Several years ago, I tired of trying to hang every single one of the dozens of small red and gold twinkle bulbs on our Christmas tree. Rather than keeping them stored in boxes and bins I decided to display them in seasonal baskets. Much, much easier and provides splashes of holiday color and cheer throughout the house!
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Getting my feet wet! Here’s my attempt at a photo for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Bridges
OK. I’m a little late to the party. Can I still play? 🙂
Here’s my take on Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge:Â Abandoned Buildings or Barns. It was taken a couple of years ago during a statewide barn tour (highly recommended!)
One last re-blog of one of my very first posts to celebrate six months of A Sawyer’s Daughter.
With apologies to Leslie Gore, it’s my party and I’ll post if I want to., post if I want to, post if I want to…
To describe something as ferocious conjures up a jungle image of a lion, doesn’t it? Perhaps a tiger. Maybe even a bear. It’s a word you might use in discussing one’s appetite, sexual desire, ambition, a bad case of chiggers or the Santa Ana winds.
It’s often associated with the young. As in those for whom youth is wasted. Or a brave soldier in battle surviving against all odds. Cancer that ravages a body is said to be ferocious in its assault. It is lean. It is strong. It is determined.
Ferocity is a characteristic that’s hard to maintain but when its how I live my life in regard to the love I feel for my husband and my son (and truth be told the loving care that I should apply toward myself as well) it is these moments when I feel incredible, heady, alive. To observe a robin angling for…
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