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Walk with Me

Every Sunday morning a prompt for the 52 week Photo Challenge appears in my mailbox. Some of the challenges involve fancy photo or photo processing techniques—and I am more of a no-crop multiple photos of the same thing from many angles and choosing what I think is the best one.

This week’s prompt was they lyrics sung by Sting “Walk with Me”. It is introspective and thoughtful—and while I’ve seen a few photos referencing the fields of gold, I focused on the shoes.

My husband loves shoes.

He has an army of shoes; a squadron, a fleet.

In the past, I had just two pairs of shoes—one for casual wear and one for work. Probably this reflects my school years in which I got a new pair each August for school and then a pair for gym class.

Now I have a few more pairs, hiking boots, sandals, sneakers, water shoes, church shoes, ‘work’ shoes but still not nearly the number as my husband has.

When I read through the lyrics and then watched the video, I thought of all the miles my husband has walked—with me and for me.

Big Boy Was Really Big

When we moved some decades ago into our current home we did not realize the presence of the train switching yard just five blocks away. The cars bumping against each other sounded like explosions at first—and still do on occasion but we have grown accustomed to hearing the start of the railroad day at 5 AM. Too often traffic is stopped with a train over the main road to downtown–and always it seems when I am hurrying to church—and then the late night whistle that might be appreciated if it were a tune of some sort or many decibels softer.

Despite all this annoyance, the announcement of Big Boy coming through Beaumont and staying overnight was met with a great deal of interest and enthusiasm.

The railroad mowed the marshy area for its visitors—and people parked along the road and walked through the mud to gape at this huge train engine.

I asked a boy standing by to serve as a model/comparison in size for me—and a few others ducked under the caution tape to take a photo.

It is hard to properly photograph the immensity of this huge engine. Here is a fuel truck next to it.

Most of us were standing behind the caution tape in the marsh—until the guy with the orange safety vest took pity on us and moved the tape up so we could stand on sand instead of mud.

Rain was threatening but it did not stop a steady stream of on-lookers.

And just because I like the imagery of mechanical things.

Big Boy made a circular route through several states returning to its home in Cheyenne Wyoming. Taking time to wade through mud and chance a drenching was definitely rewarding—just the delight of something fun for all of those who came–instead of the daily grind of unpleasant news reports. This event was sensational—but in the best way.

Have a Seat

This week’s assignment was ‘chair’. Given all the images appearing featuring a certain older gentleman from the Northeast wearing mittens and seated in a chair, I suppose the topic was inevitable.

I like to think about the topic during the week and consider various options. I thought about what makes a seating area a ‘chair’ versus a bench or a stool or a couch. And then there is the ‘chair’ of a department or committee.

In the end I found this chair sitting on a neighbor’s front porch. In this area chairs are put next to the front door to allow a setting place for bags of groceries or a purse while opening the front door.

many people tend to have chairs on their front porch. This provides a resting spot for bags of groceries or a purse to allow opening of the locked door. Some porches have a set of chairs on them for evening contemplation and sometimes for morning coffee although coffee is usually consumed on the back porch.

Flat lay photography

Several years ago–I would guess it was with the cell phones that could take fairly nice photos, there was a fad of posting a photo of your meal–particularly if you were at a restaurant or if the meal was special.

The past week’s assignment of flat lay means placing the camera directly overhead to take a photo of an assortment of objects–frequently food or maybe collections of things.

I had missed the previous week’s assignment of ‘long exposure’—I tried several option but got some lovely blank images and a blurry moon photo—gave it a try but not successful.

Flat lay usually requires good direct natural light for the best results; however, we have had intermittent rain and fog and overall dreariness to match the frustration of the COVID vaccine situation.

I did manage to get this image.

For those of you who have read a few books, you may recognize the reference—-and no, it doesn’t spell out anything at all–it was a group of figures I thought were fun and fairly easy to reproduce.

Maybe a few of you will figure out the reference; I had long been fascinated with this idea and now I had an escuse to try it out.

Plumbing, Coots, and a Great Blue

Living in an old house on the Texas Gulf Coast where houses are not designed for cold weather and freezing temperatures……let’s just say the house is charming but challenging at times. I had noticed a black spot appearing on the hallway ceiling over the front door. We speculated replacing the front pillars some years ago–they were rotting with some plastic ones had altered the roof just enough to permit water to run in; then we also thought perhaps the shower pan was no longer functional and discovered a place where the grout had fallen out on the side of the walk-in shower.

Husband crawled up there on our ladder and after some poking and sawing away of the drywall we had put up instead of the plaster in repairing the shower pan leakage incident, found a hole in a pipe—a pipe that ran underneath an electric wire. That repair necessitated turning off the power and the water to the house while a patch was attempted.

I repaired to the shop where I started quilting a surprise for my oldest son—well, maybe not a surprise if he reads this; and after rethreading the Gammill twice and taking out some bad stitches, I called to inquire about the status of the repair.

I will spare you the images of the hole in the front hallway ceiling but instead end with this photo taken of the Anahuac Wildlife Refuge and direct you to my gallery featuring more photos of the afternoon. Coots were in great abundance and I took dozens of photos but they do not pose as nicely as do the marsh reeds and other vegetation.

For more photos of the day take a look at this gallery

There are two other galleries featuring our trips to Anahuac AND

There are better photos of the coots and a great one of an alligator swimming in the marsh.

We didn’t drive along the entire roadways there, just the one loop.

Powering up after Hurricane Laura

jetsam-mAccording to the National Weather Service, Hurricane/Tropical Storm Marco was responsible for the last minute wobble in Laura’s path to deviate into Louisiana instead of here in Beaumont Texas. Just east of us in Orange County and I’m told they had significant damage. We were on the ‘clean’ side of the hurricane and outside of a lot of small twigs and a carpet of crepe myrtle leaves on our lawn escaped most of the damage.

fern20jetsam-mHowever, our power went out and some neighborhoods will not have power until sometime this next week. Our internet which is quixotic in the best of times is even less reliable.

live20oak20cluster-mFriends and family have called to see if we are okay….now that we are in the ‘feeble three legged cane’ age group—although neither of us possesses such a thing. Running a generator to power our refrigerator, a box fan and our freezer took some doing including dismantling my pantry shelves to get at the plug for the refrigerator—why don’t appliance people put an accessory plug somewhere near the front of the machine?

pink20vine-mWe have power now and we are trying to clear up some of the trash left behind. I took a few photos around the neighborhood—while I could focus on the things that have destroyed or the boarded up buildings, there are plenty of those photos taken by others.

purple20flower-mIt is hard to get back to ‘normal’ whatever that is in these days. I decided I would clean out my sewing machine desk drawers—what a wealth of useless stuff I found! Instruction manuals for a DVD player long consigned to the trash as non-functional, several packages of rotary cutter blades–like most I use mine until they cut like I am chewing on the fabric instead of cutting it cleanly.

down20the20street-mYesterday I brought back an unused cart from the shop to see if I could put the bits and pieces of fabric—too big and good to toss—seems I am related to my grandmother who lived through the Depression and World War II rationing. Today I might do some sorting and see if I can use that new saw I bought to cut up some of the larger limbs so I can haul them to the side for big trash pickup day.

Tomorrow is a new day—we have tonight’s meal planned—pizza from the freezer.


Trying Something New

Finding a good way to take photos of quilts and other fiber artwork is challenging. I have set up a small photo studio in my shop for formal photos of pieces hopefully destined for shows and exhibitions. Some are far too large and I’ve set up an alternative on the side of the shed with a black drape and poles—a big project to hang the quilt and then photo as it seems a bit of wind always starts the minute I climb up on a ladder to take the formal photo.

And then there are the pieces I do more for fun and maybe as a gift. I’d like a record of them but doesn’t need to be fancy; doesn’t need to document stitching–just an overall photo.

I’ve looked at photos of quilts draped over fences and porch railings. I didn’t have those but I did have two hooks on the front porch originally used to hang flower pots; I got some clothesline, strung it up, got out the plastic clothespins from surface design days and tried this method out.

I probably should re-organize the items on the porch to be a bit more photogenic and maybe take the time to climb into the bed of my truck for a straight shot—but in general, these photos are good enough for what I want.


The first one is one I made from a pattern under the tutelage of Alex Anderson of the Quilt Show. It is the first time I have made something quite like this–it was surprisingly fun.


And this one is one I started while I was at home with my oldest son. It is all hand-pieced and needle-turned applique. I blanket-stitched around each bird; did straight line quilting, turning it sideways for more straight-line quilting. It took me quite some time to finish it but I”m pleased.love20ring-m

Another Day at Cat Tail Marsh

img_3853-mLocated on the south side of Beaumont is a wonderful wild life sanctuary that serves as the tertiary sewage treatment area for the city. This always sounds rather off-putting but it is quite wonderful. there are three large watery areas filled with marsh plants of various kinds, and an abundance of water birds. There is a wide gravel road around the area with plenty of room for bicycles and pedestrians. A boardwalk extends into one of the ponds allowing for a closer look at spoonbills, egrets, herons, coots, ibis, and an assortment of other birds along with the occasional alligator, raccoon, and snake.

img_3845-mAs members of the local orchid society that met in the garden center building once a month, we would usually arrive sufficiently early to take in a walk around a portion of the cat-tail marsh. Last year, the city convention center proffered an early morning view of the park along with coffee.

img_3850-mSince quarantine, we had not been out to the marsh; but late last week with beautiful weather and a lovely breeze, it was the perfect small excursion. I’ve posted a few pictures fo the flowers and the scenery there. A raccoon wandered along the side of the marsh deliberately weaving between the reeds so we could not get a good photo. Birds flew overhead and a bull frog sounded like a warning buoy.

It was a good day.img_3856-m


Resilience otherwise known as Best Shot

Sylvia Weir Week 12 ResilienceI’m enrolled in a photography challenge with weekly challenges. I read them all but some of them involve a lot of fancy photoshop techniques…..not something I really enjoy doing. But other challenges are fun exercises as each of us tries to figure out something that no-one else has done. I don’t look at the photos until after I post mine but too frequently the week gets away with me and I haven’t posted anything at all.

During the first real week of quarantine/pandemic and cancellations of various gatherings, the challenge was resilience. The next week’s challenge..Best Shot..was posted underneath the Week 11 challenge.. I posted Week 11 Resilience under Week 12 Best Shot—



But I think we can all give ourselves a bit of grace here for mistakes like this.


Zooming In

After taking Plaquenil for about six months, I began to notice some really strange visual things—sparkly colors, reversing colors of images. After reporting this to my ophthalmologist, I was scheduled to see a retinal specialist. He did some sort of fancy scans and it was determined I was one of the unlucky few to have Plaquenil deposits around both macula–the site of our most acute vision. Plaquenil was immediately stopped and very slowly some of my vision has returned. However, not enough to use that tiny little view finder on my camera.

I could be frustrated with having to use the pull-out window on my Canon SX 50 but sometimes the results are rather amusing particularly with the zoom feature.

One of our favorite spots is the tertiary treating area at Tyrell Park here in Beaumont. There are long walkways around each containment area, the occasional alligator can be spotted along with hundreds of birds.

This was an avocet on an overcast day and my attempts to get some good closeups. That camera can take photos of the water droplets on a duck from a considerable distance but that doesn’t mean it can tell I want the whole bird in the photo, not just its legs.

Tell me what you think!

Here is my subject.


First attempt with actual bird parts visualized. I omitted the ones of the just the water.


And another try.


so I back up the zoom and find that silly bird again.


my best effort—and I decided it was going to have be good enough.