As the post title would suggest, these are a few photos taken around my home. Come wander around from room to room with me.
This straw hat belongs to my son and it was asking to be photographed. Who am I to refuse?
These glass candle holders sit upon a chest in my dining room. The little guy who lives across the street loves to play with the stones which surround the glasses.
A green-faced sun adorns my living room wall. I squeezed in beside him and snapped his profile.
Three candles stacked and tied up with rafia sit upon a shelf in my upstairs hallway.
I have a miniature shelf built in the shape of a row boat also upstairs on the landing. This feather is tied to one of the small oars on the outside of the boat.
That's it for today. Thanks for the visit.
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Thursday, April 7, 2011
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The Gift
Tuesday was what I refer to as a bleh day.For various reasons, my mood was not at its best and I decided to take a walk, and hopefully clear my mind. As usual, my camera joined me.
I wandered over to a park which sits about a mile from my front door. It has a man-made lake which attracts several kinds of water fowl throughout the seasons. I've posted before about seagulls, cormorants, herons and a swan.
Making my way along the path, I found nothing of particular interest to photograph, so I just sat for a bit at the side of the pond.
I noticed a bit of organic debris in the water, which reminded me of a some sort of long-bearded wizard or troll about to do a Tarzan-like swing on a vine.
Birds flitted about, landed and left before my finger could even reach the shutter but the day was warm, the sounds peaceful, and I could begin to feel myself relax in this tranquil setting.
Glancing down at the ground beside me, I noticed a feather.
It was rather plain, but I picked it up and put it in my camera case. Frank has me in the habit of keeping found feathers. You should see how many he has. I took it as a sign to continue on around the lake.
When I found myself on the other side of the lake, I decided to pause once again. I could see a family of geese out for a swim and I hoped to get a few shots as they passed by.
Little did I know that I'd be in for a treat.
As the goslings and their parents swam along, they took a sudden left turn and headed toward me.
Unconcerned with my presence, one of the adults turned to the crew and seemingly took a head count before...
.. one by one...
they stepped up onto the shore...
.. just a few feet away from me.
They fluffed and groomed..
.. and then the young all settled in ...
...for a mid-afternoon nap, while the adults took sentry duty nearby.
I watched for a while, speaking to them occasionally. One seemed particularly alert to my voice and cocked its head when I talked to it, much like Benny does.
Their nearness was like a tonic for my mood. After I'd taken in my fair dose, I thanked them for the beautiful gift of their presence, and bid them farewell.
It was a fine day after all.
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Hilary
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