Dear Photograph (200/365)

Dear Photograph:  Thanks for reminding me in this 100 degree heat that before we know it, winter will soon be here.  Then we will be complaining about how cold it is and wanting the heat again.

TIME:  8:15 PM
PLACE:  Front yard
SUBJECT:  Photo of HH pulling DQ & MB on a sled, Christmas Eve, 2002.

I’ve been fascinated by this blog and decided to give it a try.  These aren’t the best photos to use, but I wanted to show the contrast between the greenery in the height of summer and the snow and starkness in the winter.  I’m not really happy with these and need to play with the camera settings a bit to get more depth of field.  If I had to grade these, I’d give these attempts a “C”.  What I really want to do is dig out some older family photos taken at my Dad’s house and do this there.  I think that would be really cool.

Flawed (267/365)

 
“I cling to my imperfection, as the very essence of my being.”

Anatole France (Jacques Anatole François Thibault, French poet, journalist, and novelist, 1844-1924), The Garden of Epicurus, 1894

TIME:  2:50 PM
PLACE:  The study
SUBJECT:  My thumbs

Today you get to see one of my flaws, my thumbs.  HandsomeHusband took this photo for me.  As you can see, my left thumb is not as long and has a visibly shorter nail bed than my right thumb.  It was first pointed out to me during grade school.  My class was working on a project that involved tracing our hands when a classmate pointed out to me that my thumbs were different.  I still remember the hot feeling of embarrassment over my flaw.  Even now, when I get manicures, I always apologize for the shape of my thumb and I still have the habit of hiding it, tucking my thumb under my palm so that no one sees it.