Saturday night I might have titled this post "everything was going along fine until I burned the beets," but that was two (looooong) days ago and today we are all about the blue skies and sunshine.
There was no walk for me yesterday and will likely be no walk today despite the sparkling weather (the dogs are with Dave-- thank heavens-- being royally spoiled with rawhide and whatnot-- so that I can focus here) so all photos I am sharing here were taken yesterday or today-- out the window. Hence the weird lighting and bits of screen or window reflection.
There are lots of things I could photograph inside the house, but it makes me realize that I am not nearly as interested in interior vingnettes as I am with the natural world.
I'm surprised by that, too.
I do love a beautiful home filled with sweet things-- hence the links up on the right to some wonderful online inspiration. And, I love this place where I am living so very much, but oddly, it doesn't inspire me to photograph it at all.
Instead, frozen water drippings. Hmmm, not sure what that says about me.
If I had to title the photo above it would be, longing.
I was sitting at my desk Saturday morning (this is a shot from me, sitting at my desk) with two sweet doggities hoping for a walk they were never gonna get (I ended up sending them over to Dave to spare me the guilt of their spoiled, needy faces) and it was spectacular outside-- simply spectacular. Glistening branches and glittering snow and all I wanted to do was grab my camera and go outside-- but there was no way. So maybe I would title it, regret.
Cause right now? I am thinking-- are you nuts? What could you possibly think was more important than going outside in that beautitude?
Yeah, well-- I processed 186 SAW registrations in three days and today am trying to get this office back in order and ready for the next wave in tomorrow's mail delivery.
Thank heavens for this being a holiday (a most holy day for a most blessed spirit) as I need the BREATHER, ooof.
But all is good in this corner of paradise-- oh wait, I forgot to tell you about how I burnt the beets . . damn. Let's just say, my one saucepan is no more. The evening and its sequence of events was truly a live theater homage to Lucille Ball .. but then, you could probably say that about me most days.
Call me, scattered. I would answer to that--