WPC – Time

“How did it get so late so soon?”
― Dr. Seuss

I remember playing for hours at a time and the days seemed endless.  Looking back it was dream like and it was called childhood.

“Time is a game played beautifully by children.”
― Heraclitus, Fragments

When my son was in his teens I remember him asking me very seriously, “When did time start moving so fast?”  A very good question.

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As for me, I think I instinctually knew this.  I started capturing moments when I was in Junior High.  Now that’s a term that will date you.  I still have photos from then.  I carried on through my family.  My youngest referred to me as the Paparazzi before he renamed me the Warden.  But we all love pictures and how it captures Time.  Moments of Happiness and every other emotion.  Pictures of our youth.

“Time is what we want most,but what we use worst.”
― William Penn

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There were always photos in piles around the house and visitors and family would flip though them and share memories and laugh and sigh over the passage of time.  A photo of my father when he was still functioning okay (Huntington’s Disease) with my son and me.  Grandchildren, weddings, births…

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I have always referred to the boards above as photo boards, but it could also be the timeline of my life.  The people, places and times that have touched my heart.

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When my grandchildren and children come to visit, they always make a point of visiting the boards.  The grandchildren will pick a photo out and ask questions or laugh because they remember when it was taken.

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Many times I will find one of my children examining the board and hear a chuckle and hear them call over one of their children and share a memory. This is my own personal Facebook and it covers the memorable and lovely times in my life.

As usual, I think Dr. Seuss said it best:

“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”
― Dr. Seuss


An Autumn Walk

Autumn is the final trick in nature’s year-long magic show: It masks death with a spectacular display of beauty.
KEITH HANSEN, American Motercyclist, Nov. 1982

This morning the air was cool and perfect for a walk.  Our neighborhood has paths through the woods that are perfect for a enjoying Mother Nature.

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The walks wind through the woods, over creeks and up and down hills.  There are many to choose from and make the walk that much more enjoyable.

“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
― Lauren DeStefano, Wither

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“Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like
they’re falling in love with the ground.”
― Andrea Gibson

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“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”
― Humbert Wolfe

Book Buzz – The Martian

“Yes, of course duct tape works in a near-vacuum. Duct tape works anywhere. Duct tape is magic and should be worshiped.”
― Andy Weir, The Martian

One of the things I miss about not working at the library is being one of the first to get the “New Book.”  So for those of you who have already read The Martian ages ago, please share your impressions in the comment area.  The book, written by Andy Weir, pulls you in from the beginning.

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The Martian by Andy Weir

Before I go any further I should add that I listened to this book which was narrated by R.C. Bray.  My local librarian said she started listening and then switched to the book because she could read faster than listening.  I wanted to hear the narrator’s voice before I made my decision.  His voice was perfect.  To me, he was Mark Watney, the astronaut main character of the book.  His voice perfectly portrayed the  moods and emotions of Watney.

“Problem is (follow me closely here, the science is pretty complicated), if I cut a hole in the Hab, the air won’t stay inside anymore.”
― Andy Weir, The Martian

If you should read reviews you will quickly discover that Mr. Weir writes with a sound knowledge of the technicalities of space travel.  He has done his research.  There isn’t smoke and mirrors or magic.  This is a plausible and possible event.  Some might think all the technical jargon would be ho hum boring, but somehow it isn’t.  Instead of putting me to sleep, I was avidly following every word.  Did I understand all of it?  No, but I understood that these people are brilliant and are unbelievably qualified to be on a space mission.  One of over 2,000 reasons I read the books and don’t fly off into space.

“I need to ask myself, ‘What would an Apollo astronaut do?’ He’d drink three whiskey sours, drive his Corvette to the launchpad, then fly to the moon in a command module smaller than my Rover. Man those guys were cool.”
― Andy Weir, The Martian

The movie version of this book is coming out late fall.  I definitely would recommend reading the book before seeing the movie.  The book is well written and should not be passed up.  I can live with being disappointed with the movie because it didn’t live up to the book.  I don’t think that will be the case, I think the movie will  depict a story similar to the book with a slightly different voice.  Read the book, Andy’s voice is powerful and worth the effort.

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Leaves or Trees

“Of all the trees we could’ve hit, we had to get one that hits back.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

So this week Cee’s Fun Foto topic is Leaves or Trees.  I love trees.  Not always the easiest thing to photograph because they are just so darn big!  My favorite tree is one painted by Georgia O’Keefe – The Lawrence Tree.  She made me look at trees differently.

treeThis is actually being shown upside down.  Georgia preferred it to be shown with the trunk in the top left hand corner and the top of the tree to the lower right.

“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.”
George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

Having moved to Charlotte, I am in awe of all the big old Oaks.  The one pictured was huge and I wanted to get on the ground and take a photo to emulate the Lawrence Tree, but it was, after all, a garden tour….  Can you imagine?

tour_magestic tree_smThis is my daytime, right side up, standing, not from the prone position on the ground, version of the Lawrence Tree… and this is an Oak.  I would like to sneak back and try again.  But it truly is magnificent.

“I am at home among trees.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

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Charlotte Garden Tour 2014

hydrangea_white_cr_sm“The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds. If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Well, this weekend I viewed a few masters of the garden and I was just an acolyte.  And I will probably remain an acolyte until I can find my way around this rock hard clay.  In the meantime, walk along the paths…


I loved this gate.  The location on the shady side of an out building was perfect.  It looks like it has been there forever and makes you wonder what treasures are on the other side.

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One of my favorite parts of gardens are the secret, hidden places that reveal treasures in the dappled light and shadow.

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“An ordinary visit to a beautiful garden always creates an extraordinary time!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

tour_flowering tree_smThe photo above is just one tiny branch of a tree full of these delicate little flowers.  I have never seen one of these before.  A gentleman told me what it was – in Latin – most definitely a Master Gardener.  So beautiful and delicate.  Reminded me of the lacy white sweet autumn Clematis I had in my former garden.  I have really missed that garden this year.  Slowly but surely we will have this one going, but we are not as young and strong as before.



Snow in Carolina

“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.”
E.E. Cummings

Let me say I love snow.  I think it is beautiful…. until it gets in my way.  Here is an example of snow being beautiful.

wintery_overpass_corrected_framed_smThis is an overpass located in Waxhaw, NC.  I love it  I love it in spring, summer and fall.  I love to see the trains run under it.  I love the quaint way it makes the downtown connected.  I have no idea how old it is, but judging by the footsteps in the snow on the overpass, I am not the only one who loves it.

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Coming from a mid-western state in the northern portion of the country, I know snow.  We moved south to be with family and to avoid shoveling snow… well mostly because of family.  Ha!  I am home bound today and yesterday and probably tomorrow because we have snow and ice.  I feel like I have misbehaved and have been sent to my room.  Outside there is no sign of anyone.  No vehicles, no people… nothing.  There are  millions of pick up trucks down here and nobody has a blade.  I did hear a rooster crowing this morning when I went outside with a hairdryer to melt the ice off the satellite dish.

Later we went out to see how bad the roads really were.

_cutherbertson_framed_smNot so good, but the snow is melting now.  It is North Carolina and the weather changes more here than in Indiana.

“A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
Carl Reiner


“I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.”
Rachel Cohn, Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares


This entry has taken 6 hours to write.  I had to take time out to tramp around in the snow and drive around the area.  Now the sky is blue and one can hear the sound of crashing ice sheets on the neighboring roofs.  It seems Mother Nature has once again changed her mind.

“The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.”
Gary D. Schmidt, The Wednesday Wars