Showing posts with label back porch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label back porch. Show all posts

Monday, August 31, 2015

Cicada (243/365)


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“I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?”
― Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase

TIME: 6:16 AM
PLACE: Back door
SUBJECT: Cicada

I heard him way before I saw him hanging out on the storm door frame.
The sound of cicadas = summer to me.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

A Man and His Dog (067/365)

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“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.”
― Milan Kundera (Czech, author, b1929)

TIME: 5:40 PM
PLACE: Back porch
SUBJECT:  Oreo and HH

Sitting together on the porch steps.
Not doing anything.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Pumpkin (289/366)

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“We fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field goes through every point of pumpkin history”

Ralph Waldo Emerson (American Poet, Lecturer and Essayist, 1803-1882)

TIME:  5:40 PM
PLACE:  Porch
SUBJECT:  Pumpkin

We bought pumpkins at Aldi’s [a grocery store] this weekend.  They are nice big ones and only cost $3.49 each.  Can’t beat that.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Eaves and Icicles (012/365)

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“I had stopped to watch a family of brilliant icicles drip- dripping from the eaves of a frame house….”
 
Vladimir Nabokov (1899-1977), Russian-born U.S. novelist, poet. "The Vane Sisters," Nabokov's Quartet (1966). The beginning of the story.

TIME:  4:03 PM
PLACE:  Looking out the back door
SUBJECT:  Icicles hanging off the porch eave

Shortly after I took SD’s photo yesterday, she started involuntarily emptying the contents of her stomach and continued to do so until about 1am this morning.  I wasn’t feeling to up to snuff myself.  Needless to say, she didn’t go to school and I didn’t go to work today.  It was very cold today, I don’t think it got out of the teens, so it was kind of nice to be able to snuggle under the blankets with her and watch TV and nap all morning.  We are feeling much better now, so it looks like school and work are both back in the picture for us tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Why My Windows Always Have Fingerprints (005/365)

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Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the sidewalk before it stops snowing

Phyllis Diller (American comedienne and actress, born 1917)

TIME:  4:34 PM
PLACE:  Kitchen
SUBJECT:  Steamy windows

I was boiling pasta for dinner this evening when DramaQueen went outside with the dog.  She left the main door open and the steam from the pot covered the storm door with a layer of condensation.  StellaDella noticed this and was attracted to the windows like a moth to a flame.  I didn’t have my camera out quick enough (I left the card in the computer, so I was fumbling about for a little bit) to catch her in the illegal act of drawing on the window.  She “erased” her pictures before I could snap a photo.  However, I did manage to capture some evidence of her masterpiece in the bottom right corner of this photo.  Busted.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Roy G. Biv Error (103/365)

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“Nothing is more intolerable than to have to admit to yourself your own errors.

Ludwig van Beethoven (German Composer the predominant musical figure in the transitional period between the Classical and Romantic era. 1770-1827)

TIME:  7:26 PM
PLACE:  Back porch
SUBJECT:  Sidewalk chalk

Well, heck, now that I’ve uploaded the photo, StellaDella pointed out, that I did not arrange the chalk in the correct ”Roy G. Biv” order (Red, orange, yellow, Green, Blue, indigo & violet).  First off, she informs me, my orange and my yellow are not in the correct spot AND I do not have an indigo piece of chalk.  That’s what happens when you send them to school - they get the idea that they know more than you do and then have to show you up.  Little Miss Smarty Pants…I am so proud of her.  *wipes tear*