Daring to be different for Cassi's "Thoughtful Friday". Maybe someday I can follow that advice ;)
"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
Boston artist Rosamond Purcell has photographed goliath beetles and translucent bats culled from the backrooms of natural history museums; a collection of teeth pulled by Peter the Great; moles flayed by naturalist Willem Cornelis van Heurn; and scores of worn and weathered objects, in State of Decay.
HBO's Hacking Democracy, every American citizen should watch. Bev Harris Hugh Thompson, interview with CNN Lou Dobbs. We have an election coming up, this should be interesting for everyone to watch.
"Electronic voting machines count about 87% of the votes cast in America today. But are they reliable? Are they safe from tampering? From a current congressional hearing to persistent media reports that suggest misuse of data and even outright fraud, concerns over the integrity of electronic voting are growing by the day. And if the voting process is not secure, neither is America's democracy. The timely, cautionary documentary HACKING DEMOCRACY exposes gaping holes in the security of America's electronic voting system."
We know "staycation", we take those every holiday. We thought of going to the movie for a holiday treat, but never made it. Did go to IKEA for a couple of hours, that is rather other worldy. (We parked 3 football fields away ... so I also got some exercise).
This "staycation", D and I laid waste to the backyard, in terrible need of pruning, cleaning and attention. I have had it with the thorny Barberry and dug many of them up. I have been pricked and injured by the last Barberry.
Poor M, he just doesn't know vacation anymore ... maybe we will try to make that up with him this year. But then he is looking a V/W Golfs online ... oh, the many ways to spend ones' money. I just might splurge and rent an "on demand" movie tonight ... boy, I know how to live it up!
Hey, Grandma? -- a 20-something ask why you are taking up valuable space in a classroom? via Ronni When Elders Return to College ... fascinating that the young believe brains quit functioning around 49 ;) I can't wait until they are 50.
I can't take my thoughts very far from the earthquake in China. They are observing a 3 day mourning period and I am joining them. The images coming out of there are incredible, sad and unbelievable and should makes me feel like we all belong to the same pain of the same world, lost children, jobs, houses, towns. It all seems too much.
I am with Michelle Obama (sorry, Ruth) about being embarrassed for being an American when I hear stories about how we can't protect Iraqis that helped this country in a moment of need. This is not the first story I have heard about us ignoring the Iraqis that served the U.S. and I am getting really fed up with US policy on this subject.
Sometimes I am tasked with a fun chore from my architect neighbors. Last week it was searching out non-traditional chandelier for the NEW Mountaineers facility they are building right now over in Sand Point. I saw the site and building the other day and it is going to be amazing. Lots of climbing rock walls, meeting halls.
Reading the descriptions are as entertaining as wine reviews. Makes you want them all! I think one of each of these. Winter 1972 (A field of untouched new fallen snow, hand knit woolen mittens covered with frost, a hint of frozen forest & sleeping earth) and To See A Flower (Delicate spring flowers (hyacinth, daffodils, jonquils & crocuses), green shoots, wet dirt & a bit of moss) via A Cup Of Jo.
We went from cold and rain to 80 and sweating in one day. Most people seem to enjoy it. After 2pm, I sat in the family room, hiding from the sun but not the heat, pouting. Whttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifatching movies. Trying to escape much movement. Any temp over 60 is not fun for me. I like a cold wind and some rain.
I crossed a field at M's baseball game (they won against the dreaded Mill Creek team) to this huge bunch of yellow wild flowers which I thought were Loosestrife but now think they are Mustard. Also found lots of small flowering weeds hidden in the White Mustard's shadow. Wild sweet peas. The heat made the grass smell sweeter than ever, brought back childhood smells of Texas summers and being in pastures. That moment the warmth was glorious but the rest of the day, overheated.
Happy Birthday, Ruth! Your present is on its' way.
While searching what kind of tree I was shooting on Saturday I ran across Tom Spencer's Soul of the Garden. I thought it was a Redbud tree but no. I know the below photo is a Crabapple but the second one I am not sure.
I voted for Holli today, registered and logged in to Bloggers Choice Award ... started looking at pages and pages of the choices in the photo blog section, some wonderful, some unworthy. A few I found I really like (and I have not gone through the millions of entries). Go have a look yourself.
I nominated Matt Bites for food (I didn't see him there). And when I have some time tonight I might nominate some more. I am feeling the power.
I would love to be nominated, but they have no category for me ;) since I am all over the map.
Holli wrote me today to say she had nominated me for Best Blog About Stuff and Best Photography Blog. Still not sure I really fit any categories there, not quite a photographer on par with others ... but thank you Holli!
I woke up today to find D has dug out all of our Scooter photos. In my grief I called him "my Scooter", when in fact, he was really M's. D carried him around like a baby his first 6 months. Scooter was devoted to my mom because she made him liver treats, fed him everyday. I washed and groomed him, doctored his eyes. When he had both back legs rebuilt, I hand-fed him and carried him up and down the stairs, stayed with him on the floor. When he had his surgery and I visited him in at the vet's, found him shivering in a cement kennel, I demanded that I could take him home that minute. Knowing I could not leave him there alone recovering, even for a couple of days. Reluctantly, the vet agreed me. With his expensive metal-plated back legs, we called him our bionic dog. Yesterday we were all very quiet here, in shock, I suspect. Mom and I decided not to vacuum up all of the "Scootie hair" that is a permanent addition to our carpet until later. Just let is all be for now.
Thank you all so very much for sharing your own losses and experiences, commiserating with me, giving Scooter a good send-off and having friends to welcome him over. I reacted so emotionally at the vet's office I was afraid they thought I was insane. After talking to my neighbor who said she had the same experience ... I don't feel so embarrassed at my outburst. And my S-I-L and spoke about her recent loss and with those conversations and your stories are letting me know that I am not an over-emotional crazy woman :) So for the record, I am adding some photos to remember our friend.
Santa delivered Scooter to us 12 years ago!
Matt is thrilled with his new friend. Admittedly, Scooter looks a little confused.