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Weekly Photo Challenge: Hands

May 20, 2012 7 comments

Hands are busy. Perhaps you are fixing a clogged sink, sewing your wedding dress or rocking your precious baby to sleep. Our hands are busy. Even if I were to attempt to make a list of all of the tasks my hands accomplish in one day, I would miss some actions. Holding a crunchy red apple, typing an email, washing the breakfast dishes, eagerly waiting to turn the page of a good book, rubbing my dog’s tummy all require my hands. My hand aren’t particularly memorable–small and short with fingers that have wrinkly knuckles. To their credit, they try a lot of stuff. We have done some gardening together, and we have cooked together. The cooking turned out better than the gardening, sorry to say (especially sorry to all of the plant victims of my past). They are mostly clean, occasionally allowed to get dirty, maybe not as much as this guy’s though. My eyes watched and my hands took the picture. Now everyone’s happy.

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I was one who liked to work with my hands as well as my brain.
– William Standish Knowles

Weekly Photo Challenge: Blue

May 15, 2012 4 comments

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“Rather,
they gather the blue
objects of the world
and construct from them

a nest—

Say that it is the serenade
Of a man that plays a blue guitar.”

Or in this case, a blue man that plays a brown guitar.

Not my words, theirs:
-James Tate (b. 1943), U.S. poet. The Blue Booby (l. 11-15). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.

-Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. The Man with the Blue Guitar (l. 9-10). . . Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions.

Embrace Today

May 13, 2012 1 comment

Embrace the wonder and excitement each day brings. For tomorrow affords us new opportunities . . . time to experience . . . time to create . . . time to reflect . . . time to dream.
– Unknown Author

The wisest man who ever lived, Solomon, said there is a time for everything . . . to be born . . . to plant . . . to love . . . a time to embrace.

What will you embrace today?

Quotation from “Whispers of Encouragement”

Sparkles and Frilly Socks

May 6, 2012 2 comments

While sitting in church last week, I noticed that several of the little girls were sparkling. One girl wore an aqua sundress that had a sparkly overlay that shimmered when she walked. Three layers of aqua ruffles decorated the neckline of the bodice. With her big eyes and long, hair, she reminded me of Ariel, The Little Mermaid. I’m sure that was the intention of the dress’s designer. The dress had that ‘under the sea’ look. Another little girl wore a chocolate and white polka dot dress with sequins that caught the light as the sun shone through the windows. It’s not unusual to see her wearing a tiara on her head.

I wondered, when was the last time I wore something sparkly during the day? I have one dress that sparkles—pink and silver with flounces on the ends of the sleeves and at the skirt’s hem. When I wear it people ask, “What are you all dressed up for?”

Does anyone ask the little girls why they are all dressed up? No, because they’re little girls. Little girls in sparkly dresses are cute. Little girls in sparkly dresses and frilly socks are adorable. Just add a tiara and she is a princess for the day. They don’t have to deal with functional, business suits that mask femininity or battle with designers who style their clothes to expose too much of our charms.

Next week is Mother’s Day. Maybe I’ll treat myself to a sparkly, feminine dress that screams, “I feel pretty,” step into a pair of high heels, and make a splash. Well, I may even pop a tiara on my head and pronounce myself Queen for the Day.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Unfocused

May 6, 2012 8 comments

I know what you’re thinking: What am I looking at? You are standing at a bright blue door in Rabat, the Fortified Place, capital and third largest city in Morocco. For a while I thought I had lost all of my pictures from our 2007 trip to Morocco; I cried several times. I fall in love with cities (sick, huh?), so losing an entire country hurt. I had wanted to visit Morocco ever since my itty-bitty taste at Epcot Center back in 1986. The colors, spices, culture and food fascinated me. On vacation, I can even tolerate an overwhelming crowd like Djmaa el-Fna Square.

I wasn’t blogging back then, and perhaps it’s just as well. I would not have been able to keep up with the pace of a blissfully exhausting, seven-stop, eight-day tour; my camera barely kept up with the dizzying scenery that flashed outside the bus window. Thankfully, I recently discovered that I had not erased the card after all. The digital version of the trip is alive and well. Now I make a cup of mint tea, park myself on the couch and watch the slideshow.

Back to the door. This is what it looks like without my glasses–unfocused.