Drip Drip Drop
Happy New Year… twelve days late. I’ve kicked off twenty-ten with a vengeance against household chaos. Not that I could ever eliminate the crazy altogether, but I can at least dampen the blow. Three bus loads of stuff have been dropped off to charities and the slow drip of tangible organization is making its way into the bedrooms of three Farmers. Everything has its place –even my sanity. Looking toward the spring and summer, I know I’ll be just as busy as ever (which is very good) and the “mommy-maid” chores will only get more difficult to keep up with. It’s been hanging like a lead balloon over my head for the past few months and I’m tired of waiting for it to come crashing down so my new philosophy on the subject is “better now than later cow”. Yes, as in “Don’t have a cow, Mom. It’s not that messy.” We’ll see how the up keep goes. In the meantime, I’ll seek and destroy the chaos of the kitchen, pantry, master bedroom and closet to finish my “house of order”.
Today, I didn’t get so much done. It’s a rainy day, errands had to be made and I lacked the breath to dive headlong into the cupboards. The sun and the Murphy’s oil will come out tomorrow, red-headed orphans or not.
f/5.6 shutter: 1/640 Exp: +.33 ISO 3200
Raindrops on the window.
Splash down on the cement.
f/5.3 shutter: 1/2000 exp: +.33 ISO 3200
f/5.3 shutter: 1/2000 exp: +.33 ISO 3200
f/5.3 shutter: 1/1000 exp: +.33 ISO 3200
The Ree’son I’m So Giddy
Okay… I don’t even know where to begin other than just admitting – straight up – that I’m a fan-girl. A big PW fan-girl. If you’re in the know, then you know who I’m talking about. If not, you will be.
I’m not much for entering in whatever flavor of the moment contests or drawings the world-wide web has to offer, that’s not me. There is always a borderline healthy and yet sometimes tragic veil of doubt swirling like water vapor off of a piping hot cup of cocoa in whatever I do. The space between humility and the ugly truth is hard to find. It’s good, it’s not-so-good, better try again, give it up and girl… this just sucks.
I’ve been really busy on the photography side of things, sessions that I haven’t posted are backlogged and will probably not make it – at least on this site. There has been a recent upward swing of downs lately that I was really lost in the thick of it, a shower room of doubt and frustration if you will. Prints gone poopy, calibration chaos and enough techno-acronym babble to make the opthamalically blessed go cross-eyed with a slight tick of Tourettes.
I happened to be in a que sera, sera attitude the other night and while visiting one of my usual haunts I decided to send in two submissions to PW’s Holiday Bokeh photo pool knowing that my two little shots would be in a virtual sea of thousands of wonderful work I only hope of someday attaining. “There, it is done” and I went on my merry way.
Saturday evening I got a chance to sneak away and peek online. This is what I found.
It was an after Christmas, Christmas present. Miz commented on my picture… wow! Miz, PW’s photo cohort and snap-happy extraordinaire. I couldn’t believe it! I love her style and practical, vanilla explanations of spumoni that any ice cream lover can understand and appreciate without the use of an “Everyday Italian” dictionary. Wow…
This evening I got another unexpected wow. WOW!
That’s me!! On Ree’s site, The Pioneer Woman herself, flanked by a gingerbread boy and sleeping beauty. My leaf bokeh I took in the backyard after our sledding trip. Just a snap and other than the fact I liked it, I never thought anything more. Utterly breathtaking! No way. NO WAY…. See, I’m giddy. Full-on, valley girl, OMGosh, about to burst giddy.
Just thought I’d tell you…
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