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.

Grid

A Sideline Nana

Watching from the sidelines has been in my blood for a long time.  First as a mother and now has a Nana.  I always had, and still have, my camera at my side.  Now most parents have their phones at the ready to video everything.  I prefer my snapshots or moments.

Love that he took time to throw a wave my way.
Love that he took time to throw a wave my way.
It is so important to have fun!
It is so important to have fun!

There is a soft spot in my heart for the early sports teams.  They were so thrilled to be dressed in their team shirts, playing with their friends.  Not sure what they were doing, but having fun.

It actually looks like they know what they are doing.
It actually looks like they know what they are doing.

Saturday morning was the first day for a new season.  New team, new shirts, new friends.  So exciting!  And Dunkin Donuts for a team treat!  Woo Hoo!

Game over and time for treats!
Game over and time for treats!

Wonder what college sports would be like if they offered a box of apple juice and cookies at half time?

Why Am I Here?

Sounds pretty heavy, but don’t read to much into it.  The question is asking why am I here in the blogosphere.  What am I trying to say?  What do I hope to accomplish? The answer is … I don’t really know.  Lame, right?

Why am I here?  I started blogging way back in the 90’s.  I used a site out of England that I stumbled on, I can’t even remember the name of it.  I was following a photographer.  He graciously walked me through many of the steps.  There was a lot more html involved back then. I wasn’t quilting or knitting then so it was mostly the lure of photography that got me out there.

In 2001 my last child flew the coop and all of a sudden I had a lot of time on my hands.  Enter knitting and quilting and all kinds of doors opened.  I met many great online friends.  A few I have actually visited.  It’s strange when you physically meet someone.  There is no awkwardness, after all, you’ve been having a conversation for quite a while.  It’s like meeting an old friend.

I was excited when I found WordPress.  There was another community.  Knitters, quilters, photographers, readers, you name it.  It was more flexible than some of the other blogging options.

What am I trying to say?  There is no one direction on my blog.  I love the photo challenges and seeing other people’s perspective.  The international scope of some of the challenges is especially thrilling.

My quilting is a hobby, not an art form or a way to make a living like many of the quilting blogs.  The same can be said of the knitting.  I am working on the same blanket I was over a year ago.

So, my message is not clear.  I don’t even chronicle my life… that could be messy!  I guess my title shows what I was thinking when I started this particular blog.  The Best Years Are….  Are they ahead?  Behind me?  Or are they right now?  I guess I show snippets of my life… no bad stuff.. that would be a downer now wouldn’t it?  Should I dare?

What do I hope to accomplish?  I guess my expectations were low.  I just wanted to connect.  Whether through photography, quilting, knitting or just being a parent and grandparent.  I have done some of that, but not as much lately.  My blogging friends are the old ones.  I haven’t really put it out there much lately.

I intentionally didn’t use photographs this time.  I find we get lazy and just look at the photos and not the words.  So, this is where I start.

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…

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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.