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Thursday, July 19, 2007
day 19 - fence and tree
Nothing spectacular today (as if there's ever anything spectacular... anyway). We stopped off at a friend's house really quickly and I liked the way the setting sun hit their fence and oak tree. I wish the distant oak tree wasn't there but I didn't have time to whip out the chainsaw and Take Care Of It. Also, this looks way better without the square crop but I already broke that rule once and I didn't want to push my luck. ;-)
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
day 18 - moon
Just a quick throwaway shot of the moon. Yay for square crop -- at least it gave me the opportunity to make this a little bit more interesting. :).
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
day 17 - eighty
Today we celebrated my grandmother's eightieth birthday (although the day itself isn't for a while yet). Grandma's truly lived every one of those eighty years, and I admire her a lot for her tenaciously plucky, matter-of-fact attitude about life. Many happy returns of the day, Grandma.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
day 15 - birds
I had to dash out to the store this evening (after a nice quiet day at home), and when I did, I saw that the 'bird gang' was out in full force. There's this one area at the bottom of our street where these blackbirds congregate in really large groups on the TV cable lines. They sit there making a lot of noise, harrassing each other and passers-by and especially other birds (woodpeckers must be Crips to their Bloods or something, I swear), until it gets fully dark and then they go home.
(The things that go through my head sometimes. You have no idea.)
Anyway. There were more birds there tonight than I ever remember seeing before, and I stopped to take a few pictures, since I was in no hurry (and since I hadn't shot anything for this project yet). This square crop is a tiny sampling -- they were packed along the wire like this for sixty yards or so.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
day 14 - scouts
They were heading out for an overnight Scout hike when I asked them to pose. LT was up about three hours earlier than his usual time, in addition to both of them having been up late the night before. Also, I had hauled myself out of bed and gone out on the lawn barefoot in my jammies to take their picture. So none of us was at our best. They had a fantastic time, though.
Friday, July 13, 2007
day 13 - weathervane
I decided to give everyone a break from the family pictures today. Today's been kind of quiet -- nothing out of the ordinary except that my husband and son are gone doing Boy Scout-related stuff, so it's just my daughter and me. We went for a walk, and as usual we passed my Favorite House. It's a 100-year-old Victorian, and it's really not my favorite house anymore, but when I was a little girl it was the fanciest house I had ever seen and I coveted it so, so badly.
Anyway. The Favorite House has a tower with a weathervane on top, which I must confess to have photographed at least two or three times before. Today's shot showcases the ancientness of it as well as the blue, blue, blue summer sky.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
day 12 - helicopter man
Part of T's job as a telecom tech involves maintaining and repairing radio signal repeaters; sometimes this requires being flown out via helicopter to remote mountaintops in the Sierras. Today was one of those times, and we thought it would be fun for the kids and myself to get up early and drive an hour and a half to the Crane Flat helipad to watch him take off. We had a great time.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
day 11 - chasing
This is a very quick and dirty edit (twelve layers of quick and dirty, but oh well), and there's a major error front and center. Also, focus is baaad; I usually get pretty good DOF even at relatively wide apertures with my Tokina 19-35mm -- just, apparently, not THIS good when it's THIS wide. It doesn't help that I hadn't actually intended to do this when I started shooting; I didn't have a tripod or anything (maybe next time). We were just playing at the school playground, and the kids were playing a game we like to do, where you run around the circle and wherever you stop (when Mom makes a screeching-brakes sound effect, of course), you have to come up with the name of a book character or something you wear or the title of a movie or the name of an African animal -- or whatever the person who's It decides, but you get the idea -- that starts with the letter where you are. Anyway. They started running around, and I had the camera on burst mode like I always do, and ... well, this happened.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
day 10 - look mom, no hands
"Enjoy these days when they're small; they grow up so fast."
It's probably the number-one most-repeated cliché connected with parenting -- and the reason for that is that it is completely, 100%, undoubtedly true. Each time a more experienced parent says it to a younger one, the intensity of the truth is there behind the words, completely inexpressible. It's something you can't fully understand until you've been there yourself -- that bittersweet, near-panicky feeling of it's going by too fast oh please slow down oh please.
So. I present to you my boy, who has been transformed in such a breathlessly short time from the needy, squeaky-voiced, boisterous, exuberant five-year-old who discovered by accident that he didn't need his training wheels anymore, into this great hulking man-child who rides his fifteen-speed confidently with no hands, slipping away a little closer to manhood with every turn of the pedals.
Monday, July 09, 2007
day 9 - unraveling
I have a tendency to hang onto objects that have sentimental value long after I should have let them go.
This sweater, for example, is one that I bought in the first year of my marriage, when I was 19 or maybe 20. It's (uh, it was) a very heavy maroon cotton cabled hip-length behemoth of a sweater, and I think it went out of fashion about five minutes after I first put it on (because that's just how I roll). I wore it for several years anyway (again with the how I roll), through three pregnancies and sundry other events, until about five years ago when I got tired of it. It has(d) a really big, ugly run in the back. Yet, because it dates from that early period of my marriage, I have been unable to make myself get rid of it.
However, now that we face the very real possibility of having to move everything we own (which is... a lot), suddenly the value of things changes a bit. I was going to throw the sweater away, but I decided to try my hand at reclaiming the yarn, to make dishcloths from it. There may well be a time in the near future, thanks to a Mortgage Payment -- pardon me while I run around and scream like this -- when I won't have the money to support my yarn habit, and I'd be glad to be able to pull out something free and make something useful out of it.
See how far I've come? Now, instead of moving a five-pound sweater, I'll be moving... five pounds of yarn. (Don't ask about the cropped-length ivy-green crewneck sweater that T bought me on our first date, though...)
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