I should take some pictures of C riding on it. She can fly around the room and navigate tight spaces like you wouldn't believe.
Showing posts with label photo hunter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photo hunter. Show all posts
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Photo Hunter: Plastic
This plastic/rubber pony ball (like a hop ball with a head) has been one of C's all-time favorite toys. When she was little she had the Rody (actually shaped like a horse). Rody is now K's horse. A few weeks ago, C accidentally popped Pony by hopping on a small toy. She was devastated. We ordered her a new one for her birthday but due to technical difficulties it has not be inflated yet.
I should take some pictures of C riding on it. She can fly around the room and navigate tight spaces like you wouldn't believe.
I should take some pictures of C riding on it. She can fly around the room and navigate tight spaces like you wouldn't believe.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
photo hunter: funky
I was looking for fabric with my Mom when my youngest pulled a bolt of pink off the shelf and said 'mine.' Naturally, Grandma bought the vivd metallic pink and made soemthing for my youngest from it. It is definitely a bit funky.
my oldest plays with prisms...perhaps more psychedelic than funky
my oldest plays with prisms...perhaps more psychedelic than funky
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Photo Hunter: Tiny
Teeny-tiny stitches on my husband's eye.
This is a photo of my husband's eye back in November. He had a corneal transplant last August because he suffers from the eye disease keratoconus.
He had a check-up yesterday and they are not as satisfied as they once were with his progress. Hubby has dry eyes and it is inhibiting the healing of his eye. These take eighteen months to two years to heal and it looks as if it will take the long term for hubby.
This is a photo of my husband's eye back in November. He had a corneal transplant last August because he suffers from the eye disease keratoconus.
He had a check-up yesterday and they are not as satisfied as they once were with his progress. Hubby has dry eyes and it is inhibiting the healing of his eye. These take eighteen months to two years to heal and it looks as if it will take the long term for hubby.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Photohunter: Sweet
C with Grandpa Glen. Glen is a 87 year old widower we adopted a few years ago. We visit him every Wednesday. The girls adore him.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Friday, June 08, 2007
Photo Hunter: Shoes
After my Grandpa M's funeral, my family gathered at his house to go through some things. I took quantities of pictures that weekend and while at his house I found shoes lying in different places and photographed them.
My Grandfather was in the habit of sending out weekly memory letters (via email). His letters covered various memory topics of interest to him or requested by a family member. I have in a folder approximately 65 letters memory letters from him although a few of them weren't official letters but were ones that were meaningful to me or transcribed from his pre-email days. He also sent out a daily gnus letter (via email). Sometimes the letter was simply about what he planned to eat that day and what the weather was like. Sometimes it was more. The letters drew the family together and caused all sorts of conversations. Including a very long -running joke about squirrels. If I remember correctly, the print out I made of the entire gag was nearly thirty pages of silliness from all members of the family - from every generation.
After Grandpa died my family ganged up on my Uncle P (UP of My Tippy) and asked him to take over the emails. Below the photos is one of his first emails.
Shoes
While looking at Me’s pictures of Grandpa’s shoes, I began to think about empty shoes. Are shoes ever really empty? I don’t know the answer to that question; however, I do know that both Grandpa’s and Grandma’s shoes have influenced each of us.
I have vague memories of D and me dressing up in Grandpa’s and Grandma’s old clothes and wearing their old shoes. I remember the younger sisters doing the same thing in Kansas. P and I have pictures of our children trying our shoes on; they would often be on the wrong feet.
One of the things I like about old shoes is that Grandpa and Grandma bought them as new shoes and wore them until they became old shoes. They wore these shoes to walk many of the same pathways of life that we have now also walked. Mom or Dad would put on a pair of old shoes to go out to the back yard to feed the dog (whichever one we had at the time), or to go out to the immense garden to plant, water, weed, or pick vegetables. Sometimes it would be just to go for a walk around the church parking lot.
Then there are their old shoes that they would clean and polish on a Saturday afternoon, in order to have presentable shoes to wear to church on Sunday. These same shoes may have been used when attending a ladies aid, teaching Sunday school, or leading Wednesday Night Young Peoples’ Society. On a sunny Sunday morning, the seven of us would be dressed for church, wearing our clean and polished shoes, waiting in the living room. Mom would come in, often from the kitchen where she had just placed the roast and potatoes in the oven. Finally Dad would come from the study. We would then be given money for the collection plate, and all in a row would walk out the front door across the church parking lot to the church. The memories of our family spiritual life live on through old shoes.
I wonder did our folks have shoes for relaxation? By this I mean the shoes one would put on some cold winter day when all seven of us were home from school. These I would call the shoes of sanity. As I look at the pictures of Allison, Iowa and L, Kansas, I think about the size of our family and the size of the house. I am certain that both Mom and Dad needed a place for some quiet. Dad could always (and I imagine he did) hide in the study. Dad always had his seed catalogs to read through and plan his next garden. I seem to remember Dad telling us “OUT, OUT!” When we lived in L, I remember Mom sitting in the living room and playing the piano. I also remember her spending a lot of time in the kitchen cooking and baking. If Mom was in the kitchen and one of us kids would come in, she would smile and say she was so glad for our company. The very next moment she would ask us to help wash the dishes (at which point I would make my exit.) I often wonder if Mom did this because she knew it was a good way to get some alone time.
Me’s pictures brought to mind recollections of Grandma’s and Grandpa’s lives, from the times of work and leisure, special occasions and simple day-to-day life. The shoes of our family keep memories alive.
My Uncle P and my cousin K
My Grandfather was in the habit of sending out weekly memory letters (via email). His letters covered various memory topics of interest to him or requested by a family member. I have in a folder approximately 65 letters memory letters from him although a few of them weren't official letters but were ones that were meaningful to me or transcribed from his pre-email days. He also sent out a daily gnus letter (via email). Sometimes the letter was simply about what he planned to eat that day and what the weather was like. Sometimes it was more. The letters drew the family together and caused all sorts of conversations. Including a very long -running joke about squirrels. If I remember correctly, the print out I made of the entire gag was nearly thirty pages of silliness from all members of the family - from every generation.
After Grandpa died my family ganged up on my Uncle P (UP of My Tippy) and asked him to take over the emails. Below the photos is one of his first emails.
Shoes
While looking at Me’s pictures of Grandpa’s shoes, I began to think about empty shoes. Are shoes ever really empty? I don’t know the answer to that question; however, I do know that both Grandpa’s and Grandma’s shoes have influenced each of us.
I have vague memories of D and me dressing up in Grandpa’s and Grandma’s old clothes and wearing their old shoes. I remember the younger sisters doing the same thing in Kansas. P and I have pictures of our children trying our shoes on; they would often be on the wrong feet.
One of the things I like about old shoes is that Grandpa and Grandma bought them as new shoes and wore them until they became old shoes. They wore these shoes to walk many of the same pathways of life that we have now also walked. Mom or Dad would put on a pair of old shoes to go out to the back yard to feed the dog (whichever one we had at the time), or to go out to the immense garden to plant, water, weed, or pick vegetables. Sometimes it would be just to go for a walk around the church parking lot.
Then there are their old shoes that they would clean and polish on a Saturday afternoon, in order to have presentable shoes to wear to church on Sunday. These same shoes may have been used when attending a ladies aid, teaching Sunday school, or leading Wednesday Night Young Peoples’ Society. On a sunny Sunday morning, the seven of us would be dressed for church, wearing our clean and polished shoes, waiting in the living room. Mom would come in, often from the kitchen where she had just placed the roast and potatoes in the oven. Finally Dad would come from the study. We would then be given money for the collection plate, and all in a row would walk out the front door across the church parking lot to the church. The memories of our family spiritual life live on through old shoes.
I wonder did our folks have shoes for relaxation? By this I mean the shoes one would put on some cold winter day when all seven of us were home from school. These I would call the shoes of sanity. As I look at the pictures of Allison, Iowa and L, Kansas, I think about the size of our family and the size of the house. I am certain that both Mom and Dad needed a place for some quiet. Dad could always (and I imagine he did) hide in the study. Dad always had his seed catalogs to read through and plan his next garden. I seem to remember Dad telling us “OUT, OUT!” When we lived in L, I remember Mom sitting in the living room and playing the piano. I also remember her spending a lot of time in the kitchen cooking and baking. If Mom was in the kitchen and one of us kids would come in, she would smile and say she was so glad for our company. The very next moment she would ask us to help wash the dishes (at which point I would make my exit.) I often wonder if Mom did this because she knew it was a good way to get some alone time.
Me’s pictures brought to mind recollections of Grandma’s and Grandpa’s lives, from the times of work and leisure, special occasions and simple day-to-day life. The shoes of our family keep memories alive.
My Uncle P and my cousin K
Friday, May 11, 2007
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Friday, April 27, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Photo Hunter: Steps
Some of you will have seen these photos before. But they fit the theme as well as any in my files of thousands upon thousands of photos.
C had learned the story of Jesus washing the disciples feet in Sunday School. It stuck in her mind. One day while taking a bath she told me she had washed her feet. I did not catch the full importance of this until she began washing her sister's feet.
These are the first steps towards an understanding of the depth of Christ's love for us.
C had learned the story of Jesus washing the disciples feet in Sunday School. It stuck in her mind. One day while taking a bath she told me she had washed her feet. I did not catch the full importance of this until she began washing her sister's feet.
These are the first steps towards an understanding of the depth of Christ's love for us.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Photo Hunter: Hobby
My hobby is life. I started thinking of my hobbies and decided to focus would be impossible. There is too much of life to interest me. So I decided to photograph my globe collection (I have a hard time refusing an old globe at the thrift store) to represent life. There is so much wonderful creation out there to know and love. Isn't there?
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems. Arthur O'Shaunessey
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems. Arthur O'Shaunessey
Friday, March 30, 2007
Photo Hunter: water
When Peace Like A River
(It Is Well)
lyrics by Horatio G. Spafford
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrow like sea billows roll;
What ever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul;
It is well
It is well, it is well with my soul
with my soul;
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control.
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed his own blood for my soul.
It is well with my soul;
It is well
It is well, it is well with my soul
with my soul;
My sin--O the bliss of this glorious thought!--
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well with my soul;
It is well
It is well, it is well with my soul
with my soul;
O Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trumpet shall resound and the Lord shall descend;
"Even so" it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul;
It is well
It is well, it is well with my soul
with my soul.
“They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?” Jeanette Winterson
Water is also one of the four elements, the most beautiful of God's creations. It is both wet and cold, heavy, and with a tendency to descend, and flows with great readiness. It is this the Holy Scripture has in view when it says, "And the darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters." Water, then, is the most beautiful element and rich in usefulness, and purifies from all filth, and not only from the filth of the body but from that of the soul, if it should have received the grace of the Spirit. John of Damascus
NASSA believes that stone skipping is a uniquely ancient activity, that touches 'something' very special in those participating. NASSA actively promotes and encourages stone skipping as a 'natural' non-competitive recreation, and as an internationally standardized competitive sport. NASSA is continually designing programs for various groups of individuals like summer camps, church groups, handicapped and disadvantaged groups, scouting groups, clubs, and corporations. (North America Stone Skipping Association)
“Pick a suitable rock. Rocks with edges, bad. Rocks without edges, good.” • “Bring arm back slowly. Stay low. Attempt to keep stone parallel with water’s surface.” • “Let ‘er rip. Count number of skips. (Note: A “kerplunk” does not count as a skip.)” Eddie Bauer
In France, stone skipping is known as, 'ricochet', in Ireland as, 'stone skiffing', in Denmark as, 'smutting'. EVERY language I have accessed has a unique word or term for skipping stones from Hindi to Russian to Chinese. Jerdone (Jerry) Coleman-McGhee
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. ~John Lubbock
“One measure of how creative you are is how you respond to changes in your circumstances and environment. How flexible are you? Consider how water adapts to its environment: evaporation, condensation, snowflake, melting, flowing, goes around rocks, fills containers, etc.” Unknown
Well I'm knee deep in loving you done got deeper than I wanted to
It'll probably drown me before I'm through
But I done got knee deep in loving you
And Lord I'd wade your water just enough to cool me down
Wet my feet and find the way to some dryer ground
But I keep on a gettin' deeper and there's just one rain ago
Too late I find I'm caught up in your undertow
Cause I'm knee deep...
Everybody's saying you're not the staying kind
Ain't it like a natural fool to think you will this time
It's too late for changing this feeling down in me
I'm standing here with more than just sand on my feet
Cause I'm knee deep...
Well I'm knee deep...
Well I'm knee deep
DAVE & SUGAR | Knee Deep In Loving You Lyrics
You cannot hear a waterfall if you stand next to it. I paint my jungles in the desert. Macedonio de la Torre
Water, like religion and ideology, has the power to move millions of people. Since the very birth of human civilization, people have moved to settle close to it. People move when there is too little of it. People move when there is too much of it. People journey down it. People write, sing and dance about it. People fight over it. And all people, everywhere and every day, need it. -Mikhail Gorbachev
With foam and spray and a boundless roar, the sleepless sea calls us toward the shore. The wisdom of all life lives here, where the land and water kiss, a shimmer of waves and wind whispering the secrets of our origins. How easily we are lured by scientific knowledge to measure this mystery - calculating geology, biology, climate. But when an offshore breeze gusts life into our lungs, we feel our souls brim with immeasurable passion for the testament of the waters. By simply sitting, listening, breathing, we feel the pull of the tides and the immensity of the sea connection us to all things. Todd Runestad
We never know the worth of water till the well is dry. ~Thomas Fuller,
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