In spite of my splitting headache due to either allergies or a sinus infection, Oklahoma spring is almost here and I am glad. Dingy browns from dead leaves and barren ground is being replaced with pops of color from blooming redbud trees and yellow jonquils. The days are mildly warm and with the change to daylight saving time, longer as well. A perfect excuse to get out there and enjoy life. I am ready for spring cleaning, resuming my diet and exercising more. I want to take day trips, sleep outdoors and catch fish.
Spring does come with its share of risks. Lack of winter rain and hot days are the perfect combination for wildfires and strong thunderstorms can spawn killer tornados. But Okies are resilient when it comes to nature. We pick ourselves up and start all over again.
I am concerned that our state budget is in such bad shape that our legislature will actually close down 13 of our State parks. The park system provides a wonderful way for families to enjoy the outdoors, free of charge in most cases. I can’t imagine the savings from closed parks is going to do much to solve our budget woes.
One of the things I enjoy during the spring is yard sales and the Farmer’s market. The Farmer’s market is a great way to support local business and get something good to eat in return. Yards sales are just fun. It’s like rummaging though my grandparents old sheds when I was a kid. They kept everything.
Spring doesn’t last long in Oklahoma. Soon it will turn too hot to really enjoy being outdoors. Unless you like standing in front of an oven door, because that is what it feels like on hot windy days. All the more reason to enjoy spring.
I reserve the right for a re-do. I struggled with today’s assignment, mainly because I do my assignments after I get off work or in the early evening, and I had little to work with (including imagination). I added a few old photos just because. Let’s start with wild and crazy.
Last mother’s day I received a beautiful hummingbird feeder with a colorful swirled glass bulb for the nectar. As an experiment, I held it in front of a few different objects. The top one is in front of one of our apple tree blossoms. Sort of reminds me of over-exposed film.
This is the same hummingbird feeder, looking through the apple tree limbs. Sort of creepy, like maybe it should be the poster of a horror movie
My beautiful kitten Siggy watched me from the front window, so I decided to capture photo of her. I wanted a reflection of the yard but the ugly red drapes made it difficult to see much.
Now for the oldies.
This one was taken at a lighthouse in Maine. Can’t say much, except there is a window involved.
Last but not least, a view of the setting sun outside my car window. Pleasant dreams.
My grandparents never threw anything away. By today’s standards, they might have been considered hoarders, although the overflow was confined to sheds, dressers, and cabinet drawers. They were a product of The Great Depression, believers in the notion that you never knew when something might be useful.
As a child, rummaging through my grandmother’s treasurers was one of my favorite past-times. No doubt this led to my love of old things. I’m not an antique collector, or a real collector of any kind; however, over the years I have acquired a great number of ‘treasures’ of my own, many of which live in an old second-hand china cabinet with only three legs.
Whether it is my daughter’s origami, mementos from my first cruise, or my mother’s china; my treasurers connect me to my past, both good times and bad.
One of my shelves is devoted almost entirely to shot glasses. These remind me of the places I have been and the fun times I had traveling.
I don’t know the story behind my father’s collection of Toby mugs but I have several of these in various sizes.
If I had to choose from among all the things I treasure, I would choose the letters my mother wrote to my grandmother while she and my father traveled from job-to-job. Some were written before I was born, some soon after when I was still with them, and the remaining few were written just before she was diagnosed with cancer. She died before my second birthday and these letters are the only way I know her.
I love landscapes, although I rarely do justice to the beauty that captivates the natural eye. For this assignment, I chose several of my favorite landscape photographs to showcase, including a few that were used for previous Photo 101 themes.
My first two photos were taken last summer (August 2015) in The Badlands National Park, South Dakota. This stark area earned it’s name. The rock formations were formed from wind and rain erosion and there is little vegetation. If you ignore the greenery in the foreground, I imagine this is what the moon would look like.
On this same trip, we drove through the Colorado Rockies. The towering peaks never cease to amaze me.
As we drove down the highway, we came across a creek of melted mountain snow.
Several years ago we visited The Arches National Park in Moab, Utah. The sandstone formations are incredible.
The golden grassland of Nebraska.
Waves breaking on the shore of Galveston Bay, Texas
Humans experience time as a series of continuous moments, all strung together. One moment feeds the next and we don’t notice where one ends and the other begins. What makes a photograph special is that it captures a single, unobserved moment before it disappears forever.
This photograph was taken at Galveston Beach. It was April 20, 2013, late in the day. My first trip to Galveston and the first time to the shore after a very long absence. The day was filled with motion: sea gulls hovering over the water and swooping down to catch a small fish; waves rushing to the shore, only to recede and re-form; families splashing in the cool Gulf waters, or simply strolling along the sandy beach in search of sea shells. In the snap of a camera, this moment came and went. This moment was unique, and this photo is the only remnant that it ever existed.