Monthly Archives: February 2015


Wordless Thursday: Breakfast


Weekly Photo Challenge – Rule of Thirds

Oddly, the photo I have on hand that works best for this week’s Photo Challenge looks something like the example…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWildflower, Glacier Park, July of 2014



Wordless Wednesday – February 11, 2015

Upper Peninsula Lighthouse

Snow Haiku

It comes stealthily
All night, soundless. If you
Don’t look, you’ll miss it.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Scale

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis week, says WordPress, we should post photos that play around with the idea of “scale“.

Well, okay. I’ll see what I can do. But scale can be tricky in photographs, where you don’t have the kind of built-in clues to size that the real, physical world gives us automatically.

For example, let’s think about the waterfall above. What size is it? Is it a trickle as high as the length of your hand? Maybe it’s a torrent racing down half a mountainside. How could you tell? There’s nothing in the photo to give you a sense of scale; rocks, yes, and a few plants, but good luck identifying them. When I look at the plants in the picture, I’m not sure what they are – and I was there to take the photo.

No, we need something for reference. Something that comes in a range of sizes that everyone is familiar with; something – well, someone – that actually was right next to that waterfall. (Yes, the picture above is pretty tightly cropped.)

Let’s show a little more of the original image. And now – if we look at the lower right corner – we can judge the scale.



Tired of Winter?

I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of shivering and wondering how icy the world might be tomorrow. I want some spring flowers. Unfortunately, we’ll have to wait weeks and weeks before any of 2015’s flowers dare to show themselves. (And when they do arrive, we’ll have pollen allergies to cope with.)

So here’s the next best thing: an assortment of flowers from other years and other places. With no pollen. Enjoy.


Wordless Wet Wednesday – February 4, 2015


The Hundred Day Cleanup: One Step Forward, Two Steps Sideways

UPSwampHere we are, at around 8 in the morning on the thirty-fourth day of 2015. That’s as close as you can get to one-third of the way through the first hundred days of the year. And how am I doing with the enormous cleanup project?

Some progress, and a lot of running in place. There’s some good news since I gave up on carefully spelled out plans and started just doing the most obvious things first. I’ve recycled piles of paper bigger than I am, and thrown out a smaller but impressive amount of junk that can’t be recycled. Nice.

I'm sure my grandmother knew who she was...

I’m sure my grandmother knew who she was…

The bad news? That was all stuff that we brought home from my mother’s house; boxes and boxes of old papers. Junk mail ads that my mother stuffed into plastic grocery bags and never disposed of. Birthday cards and phone bills that my grandmother received or paid in 1964. Photos of people I can’t identify, taken decades before I was born. (Actually, I haven’t persuaded myself to throw out the old photos yet.) And sorting all this paperwork is no fun at all when you’re allergic to dust.

Worst of all, when I clear out one batch of boxes that’s making it hard to walk around the living room, that doesn’t mean I’ve freed up any space. No. It means we can unload more boxes from the back of the car and lug them inside to sort.

Of course, the original idea of this project was to spend a hundred days getting rid of things I’ve been saving for no good reason. How am I doing with my own stuff, the things I should have thrown out years ago? Well, I’m not making much progress with the excess paperwork and books and clothes and who-knows-what that was here anyway. Most days, I don’t find time to deal with any of my own mountain of trash.

This might wind up being the two hundred day cleanup.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Depth

What’s the WordPress Photo Challenge asking for this week? Illustrations of depth! Physical depth, emotional depth, metaphorical depth…no matter what kind, looking down over the edge is unsettling.

Sometimes it can be a little shocking to see how much the world changes over time – for example, most people have heard of the ancient city of Corinth.

DepthOldCorinthNewCorinthBut it’s amazing to realize that the place people could walk around and live in a few thousand years ago is deep under today’s town.