If You Feed them… they will come… and never leave. Yep, should have saw that coming. 😉
This weeks photo challenge is titled My 2012 in Pictures but what I offer is not really mine.
Have you ever ran by the deli and grabbed something for a potluck dinner, plopped it into a bowl, squished it around and hoped people might believe that you made it yourself? Well, me neither but this feels like that scenario might IF I had a clue about such things. I want to offer up something for such a feast but I am still on holiday [aka away from my satchel of jump drives] so in lieu of my 2012 pictures I am posting a link to the Dallas Morning News 2012 Year in Review by Michael Hamtil/Photo Editor. This may seem like a cheat but I have a written excuse.
me Janna Hill for her semi-lame participation in this weeks photo challenge. She is away on holiday.
Geometry and Grandchildren.
The youngest grandson stayed with us over the weekend…
There were no cousins to sword fight, wrestle with or act as the other meat eating dinosaur. It was only me and his Papa to contend with his six year old imagination.
When he grew bored with his grandfather it was up to me, the Disney channel or his PSP to amuse him. Hmm…
I said, “hey how about a geometric journey- you like to take pictures don’t you?”
He of course was thrilled with the idea snapping the camera at anything that had a line, an angle or might be used in measure.
Six year olds are really intelligent creatures. Give them a definition in terms they can understand (don’t call it learning) and watch them grow go.
This weeks photo challenge is geometry. We took over one hundred shots and settled on two.
These urban snapshots are from the 2011 Bluebird Festival which is an annual celebration held in Wills Point Texas. It is a pretty big event for a population of less than four thousand. Every April for nearly twenty years now the town center is corridored off so that visitors can mosey along the red brick streets without having to watch for cars, unless they’re looking for the antique car show. Colorful tents line the boulevards with out of town/out of state vendors displaying their wares. Music bounces through the air mixing with the carnival screams one block over and every so often the church bell across town chimes in. The chattering ranges from friendly banter to crops and gossip until a hideous horn warns the crowd to hold that thought. For a moment all that can be heard is a rhythmic clanking of metal against metal. Soon the sound fades and the merriment resumes. The sweet smell of cotton candy sends small eyes searching for its origin while others seek out the delicious fatty flavors of what is considered real food. It’s a people watcher’s paradise and a lemonade stand is never far away.
Wills Point is the official Bluebird Capital of Texas and the proclaimed Gateway to Lake Tawakoni. It is located in Van Zandt County which is the bona fide Gateway to East Texas. We like gateways and wear those titles proudly.
For this weeks weekly photo challenge (Growth) I chose a plant. I’ve watched this Asian Jasmine make its way up the oak tree beside my porch for some time now. This type of plant is usually considered to be an invasive species but that’s not the case for mine. Nope, my little darling has been inching its way outward and struggling upward for over twenty years now. I love the slow growing, non-blooming persistent little pest because it reminds me of myself somehow.
A Joint Effort
The wine was my husband’s idea. When I told him what this week’s photo challenge was he promptly replied “this wine looks purple to me” and poured me a smidgen from his 32 ounce mug.
It was my idea to sit the glass on the linen napkin beneath the Crepe Myrtle tree and shake the limbs. It doesn’t matter that more blooms and twigs landed in my hair than in the photo, this was fun and something we could do together.
P.S. If you want napkins in that lovely shade of pale blue just toss them in with the next load of blue jeans.
For this weeks photo challenge I went immediately to an old jewelry box and looked inside. I recall rummaging through my grandmothers costume jewelry like a pirate with precious booty.
Mine is filled with trinkets of cheap metals, faux pearls and inexpensive stones but they are treasures to me and every piece holds a dear memory of the bestower. This weeks theme also inspired me to share a prose from Interior Verse (which is free via kindle right now) titled The Chest of Hope.
The Chest of Hope
It’s just a small brown wicker basket not built to hold much and a bit tattered from over handling.
Its beautiful warm browns have dulled and faded with age on the outside but inside the natural luster still shines. Its top is held in place by make do leather ties because the first woody hasps were worn in two and now dangle loosely without purpose.
What hands made the airy coffer? I wonder as I stroke the thin smooth fibers.
Was it one as handsome as the tight weaves frayed by time?
Though dust has long since claimed his finger prints-
I know that he was a weaver; I imagine that he was a dream weaver…
Diligently intertwining each cane thread with my hopes in mind…
A place to store my breathing dreams so that they could be kept safe and close at hand, amassed in a beautiful fibrous reminder.
A quaint little chest of hope I will one day hand down to a child, a grand child or perhaps even a great grand child when I have used up its contents.
When I have taken the dusty lid off one last time and felt deep into the corners to make certain I haven’t left any ideas untouched.
I imagine when I offer it up to him or her they will look at me like I’m crazy (and I may well be) then they’ll tear the lid off expecting to find a treasure of sorts before saying with disappointment, “It’s just an empty old basket.” It is then I will share with them the wishes and ideas that were stored and later born of that basket. How they were kept safe till I could see them come to fruition. And one more time I will imagine the handsome dark skinned man who meticulously weaved the wonderful piece…a place to store my dreams because dreams need room to breathe.
Then I will show them how to place their own aspirations into the old auburn chest with caution to keep them safe, to nurture their hopes and give them time to mature.
And if my last wish were to come true I will see them realize the birth of their visions.
This has got to be this worst photograph I have ever taken (at least sober anyway) yet when I saw it Fleeting Moment is exactly what I conjured. I was attempting to snap a shot of a pair of hawks that hang out at the edge of the woods. I hurried and spun the camera and well… you get the picture. I looked through fifty other photos in trying to prepare this post and kept coming back to this cull. I think it is because it says more to me than any crystal clear image could. I titled it Time.