The sunlight shining through this young maple leaf highlighted the pattern of it’s veins in bright green.
Weekly Photo Challenge: From AboveBecause it’s the little things that make life great and because it’s the little things I forget, here are a few little things I’d like to remember from today:
Jane: (16 months, pictured above) Told me “Thank You” after I changed her dirty diaper.
Clara: (3 years) Ran out the front door, fell down the two steps off the porch into the front garden, rolled to her feet and came up smiling and waving at the neighbor who was driving by on his tractor.
Ivy: (6 years) Came home from school with a math homework sheet she had made for me to work on because it would be “good practice for my brain” and then I could be as smart as her.
It’s very impressive when your husband tells you that he has to do the jumping portion of his workout outside because the eight foot ceilings are too short.
But, when he phrases it this way -
“I hit my head on the ceiling so hard I knocked myself on my ass.”
It’s difficult to show the proper amount of appreciation for his athleticism through the tears of laughter.
Some years spring suddenly changes the land from the grey of winter to a burst of greenery and color. But this year, as spring slowly creeps it’s way forward, the survey markers for the new right of way are the most flamboyant reminder of change in our yard.
The road that you can see through the willows is due for improvements and our house, along with the willow fence, is in the new right of way.
Change is a commin’!
(For more of the depressing details you can read A Line Drawn)
It was a morning full of April showers but by afternoon the sun had come out and only a few rain drops were left hiding inside the tulip leaves.
In diving when the judges award scores they are multiplied by the degree of difficulty (D.D.) and then added together for a total score.
Taking this picture was like doing a back dive with two somersaults in the pike position.
It’s just a picture of an icicle, you say.
HA! I say.
First off this was the only icicle within reach that had sunlight hitting it.
Unfortunately the only way to get my camera at the right angle to catch the sunlight was to position it between the icicle and the shed while holding my camera up above my head.
This would have been easier had Jane not been in the amautik thrashing around letting me know that she was done with pictures and ready for dinner.
Then, because the auto focus wouldn’t catch the icicle, I kept with my resolution from last week and on the spot figured out how the manual focus on my camera works.
(Let’s keep in mind that it’s a funny auto zoom in, up and down arrow to focus, zoom back out and take the picture sort of manual focus.)
Meanwhile my fingers are starting to resemble my subject matter and Jane is now yelling in addition to thrashing and in trying to figure out how to focus when I can’t actually see the camera screen I accidentally break the tip of the icicle off.
The tip of the only icicle within reach that is catching the last of the sunset.
So, when you look at my mid-icicle picture, just remember to multiply by a decent D.D. before you comment!
This week I stepped outside, brand new camera in hand, to take a quick photo of the morning fog. I pulled out my camera went to set it to black and white and had a bit of a panic. While my toes froze and the kids threatened mutiny if breakfast didn’t happen soon I stared at my camera…
How do I use black and white?
Do I use, high contrast monochrome?
High iso monochrome?
Black and white copy?
Do I give up and turn it black and white in Photoshop?
How does this new camera work?!?
So far I’ve no idea, but I’m resolved to figure it all out!
Here in Southern Wisconsin, we were in the midst of changing seasons from fall to winter when we landed smack in the middle of the dreaded fifth season of the year. For those of you lucky enough to have no idea what I’m talking about let me fill you in on the mud season.
Mud season has the obnoxious habit of sneaking around twice a year, first it shows up right when you are hoping for spring. It bogs down everything, get everywhere and right when you are just about ready to throttle the next person (clearly one with no dogs/kids/big yards/small farms/ducks/chickens/gravel driveway) who talks about what lovely weather we are having spring is here for good.
Then again just when we get a snowfall and are dreaming of white Christmases it rears it’s big ole muddy head again. Snow one day, sun the next and we end up with muddy slop everywhere. I love living where the seasons change but sometimes the actual changing of the seasons leaves a bit to be desired – bring on the cold!
It’s true that Trip’s feet are suspiciously clean for a mud season picture. Let me assure you that it was just a fluke and I’ve got the muddy prints all over the floor to prove it!
Jane and I tested out the baby wearing “coat” I made for our upcoming bird hunting trip to Kansas in the yard today. While we were out I took the opportunity to find a few reflections. It was trickier than I thought, where is a good puddle when you need one?!?
As for the “coat” I have to tell you that I followed these directions: http://walkingwithdancers.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-make-baby-wearing-coat.html and it was super easy.
We are talking one cut easy.
Did I mention I didn’t even have to sew anything?
It should also be mentioned that it’s worth checking out the “coat” from the tutorial just because it is so much cuter than mine.
Possibly it’s because she wasn’t going for the blaze orange look!
Sad to report the only snow we have so far is the stuff falling on my blog!
Weekly Photo Challenge: GreenEven on a relatively warm, sunny, Thanksgiving day the north woods of Wisconsin doesn’t have too much in the way of green to offer.