Moss-Covered Stone (107/365)

“…and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man's life, detail is always welcome.

Vladimir Nabokov (1899-1977), Russian-born U.S. novelist, poet. Laughter in the Dark, ch. 1 (1938). The beginning of the novel.

TIME:  9:43 AM
PLACE:  Cemetery
SUBJECT:  Moss on grave marker

I am a member at the "Find A Grave” website.  In the past I have contributed several memorials as part of my genealogical pursuits.  As a member, one can volunteer to contribute photos from other members requests of specific gravesites.  Yesterday, there were a couple of requests for photos at a nearby cemetery.  I claimed them and this morning, I went and took the pictures.  One of the requested headstones was for a husband who died in 1861 at the age of 53 and his wife, who 1901 at the age of 82.  Their maker had moss growing on it – it looked so beautiful in the shadows and light of the morning.

Eaves and Icicles (012/365)

“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.