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Wild Thing You Make My Heart Sing

Sylvia Weir Week 25 Wild Thing You Make My Heart Sing

This week’s photo challenge was ‘Wild Thing’.  I remember quite vividly Jim Morrison singing this in our courting days. And Proud Mary and Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival; none of which are particularly romantic melodies.

My husband has a lot of hair–and it is a little bit curly–not as much as mine–but still some waviness. When we married, his hair was about eight inches long and my mother was aghast. He also can grow a full beard in less than a week; typically shaving it off in the winter time==so altering his appearance that our youngest refused to go home with him after school—he was in kindergarten at the time but consented after he heard him speak.

I could write a lot more about him but after nearly 47 years he still makes my heart sing.

What is it?

Sylvia Weir Week 24 What is this

Last week’s assignment was ‘what is it?’. This is always a fun assignment as photos are posted and people guess as to the origin of the photo. Many of the photos are macros or cropped. The guessing is fun and frequently people are stumped. This exercise encourages looking at things from a different point of view.

My entry this year is from a morning’s work in my kitchen.

This is the wax residue from processing five frames of honey from one of my hives. It is a very sticky project and I end up washing my hands and wiping down kitchen counters multiple times during the project, followed by mopping of the floor at least twice. I now have a lot of honey in jars and some comb honey in containers.

This is not a cheap hobby but there are definitely more expensive ones.

Boat

This was the  photo assignment for last week. Although we live fairly close to a marina/yacht club and have a sailboat on a trailer on some property nearby, those all seemed to easy. We also have a dinghy upside down in our backyard to serve as a refuge for the dogs on hot days–and I guess we could use it in case of a tropical storm or hurricane flooding the streets. We are a comfortable 13 feet above sea level and have had water just topping the gutters but never close to the house.

So, I convinced the two dogs to jump onto that dinghy. They were excited and thought it to be some wonderful fun new game–Dora lost interest fairly quickly but Toby thought it was grand because it allowed her to survey the yard from a nice vantage point.

I did take a few other photos that might be better but this week will be another fun challenge.

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Backsides

This week’s assignment was “Backside”.

I pondered this assignment thinking about all the terms that go along with back–or backside.There’s back draft, back lash, back fire, turn your back, go backwards, turn back, and then all those things that used to happen behind the barn. But I was in a city busy with disability exams for Social Security–not for myself but for people who have decided that they want/need a disability check.

I chose to take a photo of the back of a nearby office building–the place where the utilities are hidden along with garbage cans, cast off furniture, broken grocery carts, cardboard boxes and so forth. This builidng had a very discrete very tall wooden fence hiding all of this—yes, I peeked through the spaces between the boards to see.

Sylvia Weir Backside Week 17

I could say a lot about my day doing disability exams for Social Security but it is very depressing. So many people just want a check instead of trying something else, trying to improve their health–they want someone else to take care of them. And the grouching that we were behind schedule! Some people wanted to tell me their life story and like a three year old point out every ‘owie’ and it was so amazing to see that my exam must have had restorative healing properties as many were able to leave the exam area with little indication of their claimed disability.

This is the backside of Social Security.

But I finished in good time–and arrived home today to find my chickies had survived the weekend without me–tomorrow you will get to see how much they have grown.

 

Austin Bound

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Spring in Texas lasts a long time with bluebonnets and paintbrush and firewheels on the roadsides and pastures. I didn’t see many bluebonnets but the firewheels were out as well as the paintbrush–none here at this little picnic spot on route to Austin.

I usually prefer the smaller roads–less traffic and more lovely scenery to view. I had never stopped at this particular spot before but it was quite lovely. Only one other vehicle was there–who left within a few minutes of my arrival. Fish swam around in the pool, hoping for a meal but I disappointed them–yogurt and a banana aren’t really great fish food.

A few more photos are here: https://sylviaweirphotos.smugmug.com/Texas/Austin-Bound/i-TF2Rh9d/A

Curvacious

Sylvia Weir Curves

This week’s assignment was CURVES. And I found plenty of curves in an industrial lot with lots of metal parts all lined up around the edge of the pavement.

The reason I found them was that I was hunting for the skateboard park–as in last week’s assignment of WAVES but had to double back to see where it might be. Beaumont has a large industrial component along with rice dryers and the port and so this was not a surprise. The surprise was how many different large iron thingies there were–and then there was a large covered shed with even more–but it was beginning to rain and get dark and dinner was waiting and I had about two dozen photos of just these round thingies.

Stopping to get photos in unexpected places doesn’t take all that much time–just a camera with fully charged battery and a relatively empty memory card and the willingness to stop and just take a few minutes is all it needs. I’ve gotten some great photos this way—and some terrible ones—the delete button works just great!

Waves

Last Week’s photo assignment was Waves.

I thought about flags waving, waves in the ocean or ripples in bodies of water, people waving good-bye or hello, the Navy female contingent, stadium waves but all of them seemed rather cliche. On our way to move my new hive of bees to their temporary home in Pinehurst, my husband spotted the skate board park and exclaimed–there is your wave!

Sunday afternoon despite ominous dark skies and droplets of rain I ventured out to that skateboard park. One lone ‘rider’? –not sure of the correct term for someone on a skateboard–was practicing his moves on the steps and benches and the curved ramps.  I took photos from several angles but decided I was making him a bit nervous and so I left–

More tomorrow on another fun unexpected photo shoot.Sylvia Weir Waves

Soft

This week’s assignment was SOFT…..

The first thing that came to my mind was the soft gentle air that greeted me when I returned from Morocco and entered the United States in Houston. ….The softness of a baby’s breath as it sleeps….a downy chick….feathers…the whisper of a small boy telling a ‘secret’…

Those are better done in poetry.

After some thought–I decided a macro shot of mini marshmallows might work.

I set my camera up on a towel, opened up a sadly melted together partial bag of marshmallows–left from winter cocoa. As usual I take several shots of the subject–moving things around a bit—and so here it is.

As a side note, I discovered a partial bag of chocolate chips in the bottom of the cookie jar–the marshmallows were on top—now to think of something to use them in–peanut butter brownies??

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Color Challenge

Last year the local quilt guild issued a challenge for their biannual show.

Put your hand in a paper bag filled with crayons, select a crayon–no peeking–and construct a quilt with that color or shades thereof with a modern look.

I drew yellow-green.

The gray and black plaid was my mother’s–I think she planned a dress from it.

The yellowgreen and the black swirly and the white were from my stash–which is not shrinking despite my best efforts.

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As you can see this quilt is very long and too long for me to get it all in one frame. I am limited by the ceiling height AND the length the frames will extend. My photography setup includes one set of frames with a black drape and a  second frame to hang the quilts on. I haven’t figured out how to do framed work yet–usually I photo it before it gets put on a frame.

I also have tried editing with photoshop–after a great course with the Pixeladies from California–an on-line class with great homework assignments. Wish I had a steadier hand to do the edits but if I keep practicing with things I don’t plan to enter into shows I’m sure my skills will increase.

Pink Snow

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Snow here means treacherous driving as people here do not understand a light foot on the gas pedal is essential. And it seems that every time we have had snow we have had a significant hurricane.

But Pink Snow—it lasts just a couple of days and presents no driving hazards–just a bit of sadness as the season of the azalea flowers is coming to an end.

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