Posts Tagged ‘migrating photography’
May 25th, 2011
There is something about a four-day work week that gets me all derailed.
Here it is Wednesday, and I haven’t even posted yet. Monday was the stat holiday of the long weekend, and I read Julianne MacLean‘s CAPTURED BY THE HIGHLANDER. MacLean is a new-to-me author, and this was the first in The Highlander Trilogy. I read the second one, CLAIMED BY THE HIGHLANDER, two days prior. Did I mention it was the long weekend?
Writers gotta read.
If you love historical, if you love fierce Highland warriors, if you love sassy women, if you love a full-blown tale of suspense and passion….well, you might just want to click on over to your favorite book vendor and grab one of these reads. Just sayin’.
Besides some lazy hours spent reading, we did get out to see Pirates of the Caribbean: On Strange Tides. Loved it. Loved the storyline. Loved the special effects. Loved the mermaids. Loved the Depp/Rush/McShane triple threat. Loved it, loved it, loved it. Also, I would like to be able to pull off wearing coal under my eyes like that. You know who I’m talking about, Captain Jack! The end.
Tuesday did not start at the office, but at the fracture clinic with Super Techlet. Anybody who has ever been to a fracture clinic knows that it is all about the waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting. FYI Fracture Clinic — running a continuous video loop on a flat screen of how to properly use hand sanitizer just doesn’t cut it.
Not to be undone, I pulled out the Kindle and started reading Kristen Lamb‘s ARE YOU THERE BLOG? IT’S ME, WRITER. A little professional reading to get those work juices flowing again. Did I mention a three-day weekend? Lamb is guiding me, the writer, through the social media landscape and making me laugh at the same time. I need all the guidance I can get. Believe me. The laughter is a bonus.
Writers gotta read.
In a moment of sunshine, I ran out and took this pic –
Fern through sunlight. Sigh.
May 3rd, 2011
Something old…
Something new…
Something old and new…
Name this plant growing on my retaining wall — Yes, the same retaining wall that gave me the mother of all black eyes back in 2010.
I leave part of this hanging on the wall over the winter to relieve the snowy white landscape. I snapped these shots in the rain this morning.
This reminds me of the writing process.
Ornery Sven is decompressing from the Canadian federal election yesterday. He’s stretched out on the mat with a cold cloth pressed to his face. Should have voted, Ornery Sven.
I could be crocheting a balaclava over here, and he wouldn’t even notice. Some muse.
#amwriting
Elen
April 2nd, 2011
It’s April. I’m a desperate woman, running out to my back Northern Girl garden with the digital camera every time Golden Pup has to squat. It’s not the squatting I’m interested in chronicling. It’s the sprouts.
I start this craziness in February, in between snow plops. But it really isn’t until maybe mid-March, beginning of April that I actually find any green sprouts.
What always surprises me is that the chives are as early as the crocus. I don’t expect that.
This is straight out of the camera this morning. Please excuse my scruffy soil. It’s still in shock over Mama Weather’s mood swings this winter. They were severe.
Again, SOC. Lookin’ out my back door. Thank you CCR. And just around the corner by the dreen tube, I mean drain pipe, my personal patch of sprouts. What keeps me going until the tulips and daffs and forsythia go crazy.
Mercy! I just love this shot. It’s soft and pretty. I just couldn’t touch it with an application. Some things are just better without primping. Au naturel. That’s what that is.
And now I’ve said just three times. Make that four. I blame it on Saturday.
Is there something sprouting in your garden? Hit me with it. But be kind, if you’re in the grip of a full-blown southern spring. Mama Weather always did love you best.
Elen
