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| This is the root structure of a very tall tree. One of these days, years from now, it will uproot itself in a wind- or rainstorm. If a tree falls in the forest … |
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| And even though our hike was on the same road we usually walk on, instead of a scenic hike on a trail, the fall colors are loud and proud! |
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| Had to make a batch of mayo before I could make the egg salad I had for breakfast. |
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| Lots of stuff on my mind today, but uppermost is that it's my dad's birthday. He would have been 83. This is one of the few childhood pictures I have of him. |
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| The church spire across the street from my mother-in-law's house. |
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| Half an hour later I stopped and stalked these Canada geese and their babies. |
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| I started my day by going to a local farm to pick up straw for the garden center. |
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| Before daylight breaks is a good time to get a black-and-white in color shot. This is my kitchen window. I've always thought I might knit a pair of cafe curtains for this window, but knitting that much lace would probably make me give up knitting forever. AND WE WOULDN'T WANT THAT, WOULD WE? Heh. |
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| I had a hard time finding something suitable to shoot today. Mostly because I was busy, busy, busy working all day. But also because looking up (at trees, clouds, sky) is SOOOO much more interesting than looking down at these baby tomatoes. |
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| There was no question as to how I was going to interpret today's prompt. Were it not for my sobriety, I would have nothing. Thanks to the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous, I haven't had a drink in 7,834 days (21 years). |
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| Orzo with asparagus, onions, olives and lemon vinaigrette. |
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| The sausage and sautéed vegetables which were eventually tossed with spinach-and-ricotta tortellini and pesto sauce. (The last jar in the freezer, sob!) |
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| I picked up a couple new spoon rests yesterday at my neighbor's gift shop. She makes beautiful pottery. The glaze matches my dinnerware. |
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| My cat, Bandit. Drawing was made in 1985. Back when I used to actually DRAW. Like, with a pen. And ink. On paper. |
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| After I killed the wheatgrass (sob!) I planted cilantro in my cute little terra cotta pots. They're about ready to move outdoors, and I have new wheatgrass to plant. Will. Not. Overfertilize. This. Crop. |
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| I more than don't like this. I hate that I've planted half a dozen rhododendrons in the last three years and only two have managed to survive. Clearly this is not one of them. |
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| This petunia is called a White Russian. I potted up three or four flats from 3.5" pots to quart-sized pots. I also brought some home from Groundworks for my garden. |
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| I've taken some pretty spectacular sunset photos during the time I've lived here in the West Virginia mountains. This, unfortunately, isn't one of them. |
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| This represents how I felt as I began my walk today – peaceful, tranquil, calm. Now that I'm done (the first five-miler in a long time), I'm not sure how to take a picture of tired, tired, tired. |
