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The journey

Posted: September 7, 2013 in Family, Personal, Photos
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After 28 years in our first house, we’ve moved into a smaller rental house several states away. The next stage of the journey begins.


This week’s photo challenge asks for an unusual point of view or a different way of looking at things.  I took this shot of the sun by peering through the back of one of our dining room chairs and over the table.  You’ll find more examples of “Unusual” by clicking on the word.


Where do those shoes come from that lie singly in the street? I wonder that every time I see one, as I did yesterday. If you had your foot out the window and the shoe somehow came off, wouldn’t you go back for it especially, in this case, when it’s a cleat? Wouldn’t you need it for practice? Did one sibling threaten to drop the other’s shoe out the window…and then did so, accidentally or otherwise? Again, wouldn’t someone say something and retrieve the shoe? Was the person taken, Elijah-like, directly into heaven but God just “happened” to not notice the lost shoe?

I think this is one of the great mysteries of our time.


P.S. Another mystery is how a post gets published without the author pressing “Publish.” Evidently her new laptop is so sensitive that it thinks it knows when a post is ready to be published. Thankfully, most of the post was done and ready to go. No bad words were said during the accidental publishing. 🙂 Evidently the title was more apt than the author thought!

Our younger daughter brought this home with her from France. It’s one of those things I find interestingly quirky and reminds me of the story of Baba Yaga that my mom read to my brother and me when we were little. Baba Yaga’s house sat on chicken legs and could rise up and turn around. Wikipedia said this:

“For example, in a version of “The Maiden Tsar” collected in the 19th century by Alexander Afanasyev, Ivan, a handsome merchant’s son, makes his way to the home of one of three Baba Yagas:

He journeyed onwards, straight ahead […] and finally came to a little hut; it stood in the open field, turning on chicken legs. He entered and found Baba Yaga the Bony-legged.”


Oldrussia,net describes a much more sinister hut:

“Baba Yaga lives in a hut deep in the forest. Her hut seems to have a personality of its own and can move about on its extra-large chicken legs. Usually the hut is either spinning around as it moves through the forest or stands at rest with its back to the visitor. The windows of the hut seem to serve as eyes.

All the while it is spinning round, it emits blood-curdling screeches and will only come to a halt, amid much creaking and groaning, when a secret incantation is said. When it stops, it turns to face the visitor and lowers itself down on its chicken legs, throwing open the door with a loud crash.

The hut is sometimes surrounded by a fence made of bones, which helps to keep out intruders! The fence is topped with skulls whose blazing eye sockets illuminate the darkness.”

I don’t expect to see the egg cup start spinning around any time soon, at least I certainly hope not, but I thought you might enjoy this rather unusual item.  This is definitely NOT your mother’s Easter morning egg cup!

Unless, of course, your mother is Baba Yaga!

This week I’m trying a new challenge, the Phoneography Challenge, for photos taken with an iPhone. I don’t have an iPhone, but I do have, as Tom at The Palladian Traveler dubs it, an i-Thingy (aka iPad). I don’t have the little widget up yet for the challenge, but one thing-y at a time, yes? This week’s challenge is “(Almost) Portraiture.”

Hopefully, I’ll be doing this correctly. If you want to look at other almost-portraits, you’ll find the links here: Almost Portraiture.

So without further ado, here I go.


The above photo was taken in our bathroom mirror and I love the effect of the smaller and smaller reflections. No editing on any of these photos as that’s something I unfortunately don’t really know how to do yet. 🙂 (more…)


This guy’s evidently going and I’m not lion. (But he is.) Anyway, here’s a version of the song that brought this silliness to mind, a flash from a past I was alive during but didn’t partake in (inhaling or exhaling.) However, I did love the 60’s music. Enjoy.

Today I helped my best friend move her share of the “things” of a shared life, now divided, from the house she and her husband bought together and shared for years.

It didn’t feel like the golden hour.
It did feel like the sun setting on a relationship.

It didn’t feel this beautiful.
It felt more like walking along this path and into the ocean.


To see other photos in this week’s challenge, click on The Golden Hour.

Me, mirrored in a piece of modern art at the Cleveland museum of art…


For more “Mirror, mirror” images, click here: