This weekly photo challenge was tough, because a majority of my shots are urban in nature. Cities fascinate me. I’m the first generation in at least a handful that didn’t spend my childhood dodging buses, trolleys or loitering in front of corner candy stores daily. The city is a part of me though and I feel as strongly about it as I do with the pastures of Ireland. Only God and my old soul know why.
Though I have many to choose from, here are a couple of the most recent shots. Enjoy.
Representing this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge, I bring you a German warning sign on the Alps at King Ludwigs Castle, in Bavaria. It basically tells us that trespassing is forbidden and that there is danger; the equivalent to “stay out”, “wrong way”!
We spent a long while talking to the potter himself at his stand in Bruges, about his technique and his glazes. You can see a picture of him below as well. He makes beautiful jewelery as well, but unfortunately I didn’t take a picture of those during our chat.
I haven’t poured my heart out about Ireland in a while. Over the course of a couple trips, my husband and I accumulated a nice collection of cardboard coasters from various pubs we shared a Guinness or two in. I made it a habit to write on each, what pub we were at, the city and the date, as well as nuances around us that we could remember and giggle at later. Well, I would giggle and he could belly laugh. Anyway, we found a full size Ireland poster and I’ve started to plot a small selection of the coasters according to region. I create many things, but this is one that really makes us reminisce and long for just another pint. It’ll be a highlight of our bar…whenever we create that.
A close shot of the vegetables lying close to each other. I purchased these this morning, from the local farmer’s market. The produce was grown close-by, by a group of close-knit farmers who run a community event each Saturday; Jersey fresh and organic. This is as close as we can get to eating healthy and helping the local farm economy.
My closest friends, I only see rarely due to distance. We don’t talk as often as we’d like either due to busy schedules, other relationships and different time zones. But the moment we are together, any of us, it’s like time never passed. Even more, I love that I can bring my husband and it seems like our friends have known him most of their lives too. There’s no sense of newness or awkwardness, it’s like we were meant to be.
This weekend we spent time with one of my dearest girlfriends in Brooklyn. One of the best birthdays I’ve ever had.
LB wanted to fly a kite. She’d never flown one before, and we were determined to change that. It was not a windy day. There was a random breeze followed by stagnant air. We’d get the kite up, only to see it crash. We had fun…but I promise we’ll get it off the ground one day. I can’t wait to see her smiling face when it soars from above.
It’s a beautiful crisp morning on the East Coast. It almost feels like fall. As I hunkered down, I opened up the back screen door ever so slightly, as not to startle the chirping birds at our feeder. Beautiful creatures. It is the kind of day that I wish I could fly along with them into the crisp clear air. I think I could live on sunflower seeds for a while.
By the time I was born, she was already 71. She had already lived a full life and had been retired. She’d be a widow a year later and I only knew her to be one. She would take me to bingo and we would play board games. She’d teach me things about cooking and tried to teach me to crochet. She was one of my favorite people and her hands always fascinated me, even the way she twiddled her thumbs.
Her hands had what she called “liver spots”, though most of us know them as age spots. She had been an avid gardener all of her adult life, so it was likely sun inspired damage. After she ate, I remember how she’d sweep her fingers over the table to gather any crumbs. Her fingers were strong and crooked and her fingernail and tips were oval. I just remember always thinking how unique they were. They weren’t thin and ladylike, though her movements were not harsh; they were the result of lifelong hard work.
I took this picture one morning when I sat alone with her before she passed. She was unable to speak, but she knew I was there as she squeezed my hand in response to my words. I knew I’d never forget her hands, but still I was afraid that I might. I haven’t forgotten, though it’s only been two and half years, but I like to know that I have a picture of one to remind me.
She would’ve been 100 this week. Happy birthday Grandmom.
After posting about the Air Show at the Maguire Air Force base this weekend, “blue” was an obvious choice.
These pictures were worth the back breaking effort as I strained backwards to take shots of impressive planes that whizzed by with speed and precision. It was often hard to capture altogether, particularly when we were unaware of when the planes would appear and out of what direction.
I only wish I could capture the sound of the planes to complete the sensation of these shots. I suppose that is what video is for, however, my videos would be accompanied by sounds of frustration equal to the plane noise as I tried to capture all I could with zoom and focus. These videos would leave you more annoyed than blue, so pictures, take it away.