Showing posts with label laundry lines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laundry lines. Show all posts

Sunday, April 26, 2020

this week, while the world swirls

post #487
          A regular week in irregular times -- which doesn't mean there aren't one time only things not happening. (That sentence is sort of a good example of a double negative being positive....)
        We all have to keep records of our day to day life these days if we don't want to have  events to blur together.
       In one unexpected happening, a special apple tree blew over early in the week, in full bloom. It was "always" part of my life in Kentucky, as much as a tree can be. It lived outside the living room window, entertained and sheltered various birds, and dropped apples on the metal roof, sounding like tennis balls thrown against a wall. 

        This photo was made on Easter day because of the laundry on the line, but it ends up being the last photo of the tree, full of blossoms, behind the house. 


 

         The tree blew away from the house.














The trunk's totally worn out. It was an empty shell. Oh the birds it attracted....










the remaining apple tree -- is that a bird? perhaps a love bug?

        This whole time we are observing social distancing.  And it was not the best time of day to get good light before taking a few photos, but since these days (and nights), we are making up our new normal, some imperfection is to be expected.  


local visionary

resident gymnastic cat!

    Back at my house, I now have a few birds, but watching them is not yet the same as it was at my original house (where my daughter and family now live.)  I do have a red-winged blackbird that returns to my little pond every year, including this year.  And the feeder provides me with great pleasure:
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on the post near the bird feeder

across from where Sideway Road connects with the road along Mauk Ridge



       
          The last three photos are also along Mauk Ridge, as spring takes over all of eastern Kentucky.  I know my current photos may not be as sharp as I would like, but here's the scoop:  I can blame it on the coronavirus, since I was about to have my cataracts removed.  My appointment will happen soon enough, but, I hope, not too soon, not before we are ready and know how best to help these changes happen safely. 
            It's hard doing what we need to do to bring down the virus numbers unless we accept the reality that by not doing anything we are doing a lot.  I tried to show today how ordinary stuff weaves it way into the current major upheavals and anchors me.  
        Some new readers might be visiting this blog, and I say welcome! Two things to know: I have a place for comments, but for some reason it doesn't work for everyone. I have it set up that I review a message before it gets published.  Also I am not reliable about answering a comment.  Sorry.  The other thing is if a reader clicks on an image, while on a laptop or maybe an iPod, all the photos in the post line up along the bottom of the screen, and clicking on them enlarges them. (It may not work on a smart phone.  No room.)
        I seem to have some readers in many countries, so sometimes I include political comments, to reassure them that there are many points of view in our nation.
       Again, thank you for your interest in my work, in Appalachia, and in going gentle on this earth.  

Sunday, October 6, 2019

Miss Elaine E-us


post #462. 
       My plan for today was to feature photos that I want to share but which have never had a place in any of my "themes."  It turns out I am not fully ready to show those yet. So, instead, here are some of the unconnected photos I also want to post.  They may be strange bedfellows, as the expression goes, but so be it for today. (It's possible that all the current impeachment upheaval, sadly, is having repercussions in my own day to day life, just from trying to make sense of so much that is terribly hard to reckon with.)

So, some quiet moments, for now, with additions for this post during the week to come: 

sometimes known as Quaker Ladies


This moss was in bloom, for a day or two, and one year I happened to see it!

In London, at the British Museum, some books we might never GET AROUND to reading....

my Norwegian friend Reidunn with the Elgin Marbles in the British Museum

standing room only....

This past week, George Ella's beloved editor, Richard Jackson, whom she worked with since early in her publishing career, died in Baltimore, MD. He took a chance on me for the photos for George Ella's Counting on the Woods, and I am one of many who loved working with him. He will always be a treasure.


summer

our old barn in winter (not made as a black and white photo)

nine for now, more to come, laugh with a friend today, and have hope

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Monday's Add-ons:



Friday's Add-ons:




HAPPY BIRTHDAY this week to this garden maven!








Sunday, August 5, 2018

Keeping it simple, for cousin camp

post #394
    Around here, in eastern Kentucky, it has been that time of year again when we gather up whatever cousins we can find for a week of hanging out together. Though there were just three this year, it took all three adults to keep up. A great week. Here are a few photos, some made by me and some by my daughter, Rebecca.  Enjoy!

             THE KITCHEN COUNTER



HOME HONEY IN A JAR, AND THREE HONEYS, BY R


             THE COUCH IN THE KITCHEN  



BY R

           


 THE DECK OUTSIDE THE KITCHEN





 
BY R



               THE POND



RAIN WITHOUT THUNDER!!  BY R


FISHING LINE REPAIR, PATIENCE ALL AROUND


            THE BUILDINGS ON THE FARM
   
 
BY R


 
PROVIDING HANGING CAT TOYS FOR THE 4 CATS IN THE BARN, BY R


CHICKEN HOUSE, THREE REALLY BIG HAPPY CHICKENS AND, CLOSE BY, 10 HENS

    

            ALWAYS A VISIT WITH JUNIE AND SANDY AND THEIR CHICKENS, GOATS, RABBITS AND PONY





            THE WEEK ENDS, AND THERE'S THE RETURN TO A BUSIER PLACE

           
A LAST SHOT WITH THE BELOVED BOW, AND THE VIEW FROM WITHIN THE TRUCK, BY R


ONE SAD COUSIN LEFT BEHIND, FOR NOW, THE GIVING OF GOODBY HUGS, BY R

A FAVORITE PHOTO OF MINE, BY R, LIFE AFTER CHAOS AND LAUGHTER

Sunday, March 18, 2018

note card images, with titles, part 2 of at least 4

post #378
          I'm having both fun and frustration doing this little project of choosing ten or so of my cards a week to share on this blog. However, I always enjoy working with my photos -- and they take me back to places -- so this will all make sense in the long run. They feel like my best wishes that then go out into the world on their own. I can only be grateful for finding each one and having it touch me during its journey. And my journey. I do realize I sound somewhat hokey, but these feelings happen to be true.

OK, here we go today, again in random order, looking like cards with an envelope:

still light -- one of my earliest cards, in England, and a keeper

story line -- another very early card, with thanks to Kathy, across the road
 
Jean's jeans -- I love laundry lines. Thank goodness there is more than one to enjoy. I also love Jean whom I have known for over 50 years.

 
deep in the woods -- from a slide I made while working on Counting on the Woods


natural web sight -- thank you, sun, for a short moment of help

duo daffodils -- spring!!

truck shot -- I felt great to come up with this title.....


"my best side" -- It's actually quite hard to get a hen to stay still and pose....

canoe view -- on Grayson Lake, a small miracle to see this bird high on a cliff and then get it sharp so that the open beak can be seen.  Never have been entirely sure, however, if it's a cormorant. It was by itself.

country crossing --  I love morning fog. Great light.
 
forest floor flowers (meehania) -- I have seen this ground covering only once in 40 years, down by the big waterfall. It lasts only a day or two. I long to see it again. I sell very few of these cards, but to me it is just as valuable as each of the others. How privileged I have been all these years.
                  So, best wishes to everyone while on your unique journey. You just never know.
                                               Thanks for sharing in part of mine.    Ann