Category: Photography
Raspberry Blossoms Blossoming
Rainy Day Sunshine
Egyptian Walking Onion
These are growing in the bed with the pile of rusty tools. It’s garden art! My mom said she’s going to move the tools, but I like them where they are, with plants growing around them.
I couldn’t get a decent shot of it, but there’s an upside down flower pot in the same bed, with a plant growing up and out the hole in the bottom. I like wild gardens where things just kind of grow where they want to. My neighbor’s garden is tidy and mulched and very pretty, but not my sort of thing. I can’t wait until mine fills in and gets full and jumbled looking.
Speaking of, my primroses have bloomed! It’s pouring rain right now, though, so I can’t get a shot of them. Hopefully, it’ll clear up long enough to go look at everything. I also got some surprise lilies and some variety of day lily from another coworker. It’s not the right time of year to plant them, but I went ahead and did so, anyway.
My Own Garden
Bookshelf
I’m still trying to figure out how to use my camera, especially indoors, without flash. I took a bunch of photos last weekend at one of my mom’s friend’s houses, and while some of them turned out fine, the results were inconsistent. When I’m at home, I can stop and load images onto my computer to check myself (those little LCD displays are useless). Not so much when I’m away from home, though.
This one was taken in manual mode, and it actually turned out. Progress!
Useless
I think, by now, the entire world knows that Harriet is useless. This morning, there was a knock on my door. Harriet ignored it. When I answered it, there were two Jehovah’s Witnesses on my doorstep, waiting to ask me if I’d ever really thought about the significance of the story of Noah and The Flood. I have a feeling that any time of day would be too early to have that particular discussion, so I told them I’m Catholic and that I’d pray for them.
Anyway, Harriet. She’s useless. The least she could have done is bark a couple of times to scare them away, but nooooooo, she was too busy getting her beauty rest.
Amethyst
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This was sitting on my mom’s kitchen windowsill. The lights were off, and the late morning sun was shining in the window, so everything was dark except the sparkling amethyst crystals.











