Circles

Crying Over Spilled Sprinkles

How INCREDIBLY ironic that this was on the eve of the 9/11 remembrance. I haven't used these sprinkles since 4th of July and knocked them over by accident yesterday.

I Guess I Like Being Mooned

Just looked too pretty over the treetops to pass up.

Mooned

This first one I really love because it looks as though the moon is being cradled gently in the silhouette of the branches.


Not crazy about the peak of the tree being smack dab in the center, but I do love the warmth. :)

Summery Skies

Yep, the only way to get the actual shot I wanted was to stand in the middle of the street. It's not like I was standing there with my eyes closed for goodness sakes lol. Although I was in my Eeyore jammie shorts.

Consider the Bathtub of the Fields

In the Dark, In the Light

We'll Leave the Light On

No actually we won't, sorry. Our electricity bill is through the roof...or the filaments.

Corner Window

In the Car

A man said "nightly challenge: cars" and because I was already disrobed and don't need to be the crazy neighbor this week (my turn is next week)... I went and took these. (and a couple in my self portrait blog)

Haunted

Well, the idea behind these was "haunted", the new theme for this week. To me, haunted is not necessarily a fear or something scary, it's just something that is always present and does not settle quite right within the peace of one's being - sometimes something haunted is beautiful, but in a very sad way.


The things that haunt me most are not something I could readily photograph - those things being my lost baby, my unfulfilled relationship with my dad & within that, a fear of being forgotten because try as I might - I can't quite remember the exact sound of my dad's voice...
(though I was ready to be funny and photograph the rising gas prices cause those haunt the hell out of me)



This photograph to me represents 'haunted' because my miscarriage was something I considered very, very private, and yet it was something so open that I couldn't keep people out no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to hide, but there were the innocent questions from those who had seen the growing belly and wanted to know how the pregnancy was coming along; well-meaning people who didn't think to knock before they came inside.


Simply put, this is just a plain old frayed rope that used to hold a basket of fake flowers. I bought the basket before we moved here, just after my dad passed away. A bird lay her eggs in it two Springs in a row and her babies were quite chatty. One winter, a final storm put the basket out of its misery, ripping it from the rest ofthe rope, but we didn't take down the hooked on part. Why? I don't know. In and of itself, this represents a certain sadness and of things past. The cherubic, cast iron angel announcing to the world of joy with its trumpet and a frayed bit of rope that lends to the oddly haunting part of the image as if there's something to remember, but no one is quite sure of what that is. One thing standing strong and tall and one thing barely hanging on. This is pretty much my inside and outside at trying times - strong and tall on the outside and barely hanging on on the inside.

Shadow Lines

Shadow cast by our front porch gate - not in b&w

Broken

Twisted

Light as a...