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


Weekly Photo Challenge – Grid

One of the things I love about the weekly photo challenge is it forces me to look at the world around me differently.  When the word Grid comes to mind I first think of the Electrical Grid, then the grid of my quilt cutting board.  Leaving for my grandson’s 5th birthday party I saw examples of grid in the line of fences and their shadows, criss-crossing electrical lines and iron work designs.  Unfortunately, the driver was unwilling to stop along the way to take photos.

Lucky for me the party place had plenty examples and that is what I will share.

Looks like a fun grid to me.
Looks like a fun grid to me.

Many of us have been to these party locations.  This particular one had a high wire rope walk that is formed of a wood and rope grid.  And don’t forget the grid work in the walls and windows.  It is grid heaven!!!

Layers of grid and shadows
Layers of grid and shadows

And at the basketball shoot we have layers of grid and shadow.

Looking at it close
Looking at it close

And then there is the grid that captures the attention of all the party goers.

Forgive the filter, but they were more interesting this way.
Forgive the filter, but they were more interesting this way.

The toy grid!!!  Sadly, no stuffed animals left the party with our group but a great time was had by all.


Weekly Photo Challenge – Monochromatic

This particular theme is very difficult for me.  I rarely shoot anything in the monochromatic range.  But I will search through my archives and see what I can find.

Eggplant anyone?
Eggplant anyone?

Not exactly monochromatic… but????

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A hornets nest…


A snowy day..

Rhinos at rest
Rhinos at rest

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Then there’s this old guy.

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One of my old favorites

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Maybe not so much?

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Ahh… I think this might be it.


Weekly Photo Challenge – Connected

When I started this post it was going in a totally different direction.  Before I finished we were blessed with a visit from my two youngest grandchildren… both boys.  When they arrive they immediately tackle the stairs to Nana’s play space.  This is where I knit and sew and play on my computers.  It is also where they play.  It is filled with the toys of my sons’ childhood.  There are legos, duplos, wooden trains, Playmobile sets and matchbox cars.  Everything that can feed an imagination.  The youngest child is just starting to move from chasing balls and pushing things to playing with smaller toys.

M trying to connect duplos for the first time.
M trying to connect duplos for the first time.

Like all boys everywhere, Legos and Duplos are great building blocks for the imagination.  But first you have to learn how to “connect” them.  It may seem simple but it requires a little something from your fine motor skills.

Getting the hang of it.
Getting the hang of it.

He was working very hard to build something.  Learning is all about connecting.  Connecting bits of information in a way that makes a concept understandable.


Joy and Pride!  He has figured out how the connection works and is well on his way to creating new adventures.  Just like his dad before him, he wants to share each and everyone of his creations.  And I am his #1 fan.



Weekly Photo Challenge – From Every Angle

From every angle.  Perfect. Today I went to our small downtown area to our Farmer’s Market and to visit some of the local artists’ demonstrations.  The weather was perfect.  I had recently met a local artist by the name of Lambeth W. Marshall.  She is a potter and a painter and a very interesting woman.  I knew she was throwing pottery on a wheel today and wanted to see her in action.

“E Concrematio. Confirmatio–out of the fire comes firmness, through stress we pass to strength.”
― Charles F. Binns

Lambeth W. Marshall demonstrating throwing clay pots.
Lambeth W. Marshall demonstrating throwing clay pots.

It was very interesting to watch her hands as she developed the pottery.  This was my straight on angle.

Just starting.
Just starting.

Now I switched over to the left side to get a closer view of her hands.

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This is pretty much the same angle, but I was fascinated with how quickly the shape changed.

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This angle is over her shoulder.  Anybody else thinking of the movie Ghost?  Unlike the movie, I never saw Lambeth’s hands magically become cleaned… remember that part?lambeth hands4 small

Working my way over to the right side.  She has now worked the pot taller again.

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She patiently thins the walls of the vessel.

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Now she is creating interest by creating the irregular line in the vase.

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And once again creating interest by creating “dimples” in the surface.  Once glazed these will create some interest in the color, too.

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And the last shot is from the top looking in so the dimple can be viewed from the inside.

I really wanted to throw a pot, but she made it look so easy and I know it isn’t.  Great activity to watch.

From Every Angle

Today Was a Good Day Photo Challenge

I would like to believe every day is a good day.  Some are better than others, but I strive to find the good in every day.  But, to me, a good day would include:


You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.

Desmond Tutu

We just returned from Arizona where we celebrated my mother’s life.  Her Arizona family was very dear to her.  They surrounded her with fun and love.  These are the cousins that started out as little toddlers.  They grew up and have definitely gone different and interesting directions.  So fun to get together with them and watch them share stories.  It is never often enough or long enough.

The little cousins grew up!
The little cousins grew up!
You can always find a friend!
You can always find a friend!

The same trip found us shopping which can be a little tedious for grandchildren.  G always finds something to capture his interest…even it is him!  He makes a point to find the good in every day and he spreads that around.

Brother Britt and his daughter Brittany.
Brother Britt and his daughter Brittany.

A visit to Arizona is never complete without visiting my brother.  Both of my brothers have Huntington’s Chorea.  It is a horrible disease.  I wish I could see him every day.  The quality of his care in AZ is so much better than I could get him here. A good day is when he has family to visit him.

Color and Creativity  –

“Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.”
― Pablo Picasso

My current knitting project.
My current knitting project.

Only two squares left.  It has taken forever, but it has a wonderful calming to the creation of it.  I try to work on this a little every day and that makes it good.

For three happy grandmothers to give to their new grandchildren.
For three happy grandmothers to give to their new grandchildren.

These just came back today.  Once I bind them they will be off to the grandmothers of the babies for which they were created.

Nature –

“I’m not a social butterfly. I’m a caterpillar.”
― Jarod Kintz

Caterpillars are fascinating. Butterflies have wings to fly.

Caterpillars are fascinating. Butterflies have wings to fly.

I try to start every morning on the back porch watching nature wake up and start it’s day.  My mind wanders in and out of prayer and admiration for all that is nature.  It is a very peaceful and spiritual time.  A little bit of time out never hurt anybody.


“Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here!”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

I know there is more than this to make a good day… sometimes it is the simplest of things, a hug, a smile from a stranger, seeing someone helping another, and sometimes you just have to break your spirit free above the clouds to see the sunshine.

A Good Day Above the Clouds.
A Good Day Above the Clouds.

Today Was a Good Day

Weekly Photo Challenge – Beneath Your Feet

Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.

Will Rogers

This week’s photo challenge is “Beneath Your Feet.”  My mind immediately raced to the railroad tracks in our downtown area.  Railroad tracks have been the subject of some of my best growing up stories.  Trains and tracks create imagery of mystery and adventure.

Train Tracks in downtown Waxhaw
Train Tracks in downtown Waxhaw

I grew up in a railroad town located on the banks of the Mississippi River.  At certain times of the day you knew you would be sitting and waiting at the crossing light unless you could get to the one bridge in town that crossed over the tracks.  When I was young I didn’t mind waiting and I would play games like guessing how many train cars there were or trying to hold our breath until the last car crossed.  Sometimes we would try and spot a hobo or freeloader.  When I started to drive the last thing I wanted to do was wait for a train.

I spent many hours walking the tracks.  As a 13 year old adventurer a friend and I climbed down the bluffs and were walking along the tracks and picking up stones to try and skip in the river.  It was a narrow path.  The Mississippi River on one side and the steep bluffs on the other.  We had never thought about a train…. we had an “oh s#$t moment and my friend started to climb up the bluff and I slid down into the water holding onto a tree.  It was long, slow freight train and I was freezing in the late October wind and water.  Finally, as the caboose lumbered by I drug my wet self out of the water, covered with mud and jeans soaking wet.  My friend was hanging onto a tree about 15 feet above the track.  We started screaming and laughing like we had cheated death and rushed home as fast as my squishy sneakers  and numb body could go.  We washed our clothes and relived our adventure over and over.  We never told our parents….lol… makes me wonder what my kids haven’t told me…. don’t want to know.

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Train bridge

Another fond memory was of three friends and I walking across the train bridge from Iowa to Illinois.  There was an area on the bridge you could move to if a train came across so we were sure we were safe.  What we didn’t think about was a barge. We tried to run for one of the stationary sections when we felt it moving, but fear of falling through the tracks found us hanging on and trying to act like we planned it that way.  As it turned out we did enjoy ourselves.  There were a couple of people on the barge that saw us and waved and laughed and we thought we were very cool. Oh to be young and stupid… and to live through it.

My favorite memory is the sound of the trains at night in the distance.  Wondering where those tracks were taking the trains.  The tracks that disappear into nothing.  Such a soothing sound.

There’s something about the sound of a train that’s very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.

Paul Simon


Beneath Your Feet