Who is the one person you hope isn’t reading your blog? Why?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us OUTSIDE.
There really isn’t anyone I don’t want to be here. I hope everyone comes here, lol. If I write in the blogosphere, its open season, that’s the way I look at it. If you really want to stay private, don’t own a computer.
When I walk Molly I sometimes snap random photos.
This wall is in the parking lot of a community shelter, it makes quite the statement.
These are not exciting, but they did make me think. The window with the bars is someone’s home, I was at street level looking down. Not really the view most of us dream about when we are having our coffee Sunday morning.
What makes a blog great? What makes you follow a blog or “Like” a post?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us GREATNESS.
I would say there has to be something that sparks my interest in the first three seconds. Is that being an impatient jerk? I’ve run across so many that I like, and those I keep reading over and over again. The blogging experience has been a mind opener for me, and I am richer for it.
I like blogs that talk about mother nature, or photos of her greatness. Travel blogs are also fun to go through. When they are well done they make me feel like I am riding along. Blogs that go beyond “skin deep” are intriguing, something completely random always gets my attention.
Reading about life on the farm, or recipes to go with it will always grab my attention, it’s in my blood and I love it!
Cats, what can I say. The world would be a much sadder placer without them. 🙂
This is an easy one for me, I am blessed to have the most amazing man in the world, with Molly and Beanie adoring me, so really, it doesn’t get any better than this.
I have two other companions who are with me always, they sit on the small shelf above my head.
My dad is in the small brass urn and my buddy of eighteen years, Simon the cat in the larger one. As a family we choose to keep a small bit of dad with us, my mom has one, and all of us kids.
I am indeed, a lucky girl.
The weekly photo challenge is all about curves, here is my take on it.
I just spent the weekend camping with Paul and Molly, we had a great time overall. Very cool in the early morning’s and sunny after that. Looking over my photos I realized, hey, there’s a curve. :0) A little cheesy perhaps, but, fair is fair.
Our campsite was visited regularly by cute little chipmunks, very adept at stealing food and other choice items that were not nailed down.
Molly loved being in the outdoors, even though we had to keep her tethered on a long rope the whole time, otherwise she would have been running after the little critters regularly.
And here I am relaxing by the fire with my faithful Westie and my bag of junk food.
Wonderful weekend, but I still didn’t get to see a sasquatch.
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In a new post specifically created for this challenge, share a picture that says UNIQUE to you.
My Great grandfather kept journals his whole life, I have about twenty of them. They range from 1892-1933. He was born in Germany and came to Canada in the early 1900’s. I’m really not sure exactly when. Most of it is in German, unfortunately I don’t speak it, so I can’t be sure what they say. I do know, he was a very interesting man.
The last one I have is dated 1933. He passed away a year later.
While walking around my mom’s farm, I thought it would be fun to take a photo of me, taking a photo.When I looked at it I realized how much of a story it was telling.
The mirror I’m looking in is part of the old truck my dad hauled his grain in, the building right next to me is the old barn my grandfather built in the 1940’s. The two building’s in the background are workshops my dad used to putter around in, and behind the beautiful big trees is the garden, and the house my mom still lives in.
Photos really do tell stories, they go far beyond the initial intent.