Temperature

One Word Sunday: temperature

Lens-Artists Challenge #218 – Over The Hill

Donna at Wind Kisses, creator of beauty through photos and words, is guest hosting the Lens-Artists Challenge this week in honor of her joining the over-the-hill gang in the same week. 🙂 (That includes me, so I feel free to say that.)

When somebody says to me-which they do like every 5 years- “How does it feel to be over the hill?” my response is, “I’m just heading up the mountain.” — John C. Baez

Sometimes the path leads literally over the hill as it did here in Cape May, New Jersey quite some years ago. There’s something intriguing about a path that leads through a portal, don’t you think?

Sunset in Wyoming. I was down near the cabin when I decided there might be a wonderful sunset in the offing, so I ran up a very, very long, steep hill (at 7,000’+ altitude) that the horses take some time getting up. I wasn’t over the hill but the sun certainly was. I was simply exhausted but managed to keep the camera steady.

I don’t know how I got over the hill without getting to the top. — Will Rogers

Plants that are seemingly over the hill still may manage to keep their beauty. Of course diamonds always add to that!

Sometimes “over the hill” is a bit more permanent than just being old. This is being ancient!

These rock stairs invite you to go over the hill in Descanso Gardens in California.

One early morning on the way home, the Bighorns once again stunned as I drove over the hill (think mountain and very unimproved road) and get ready to put it in first gear and head down the mountain. You never know what view might await over the hill.

Over the hill means the hardest climb is over and the view is terrific.
~found on a coffee mug

Finally, we’re now in autumn and in many places leaves are now over the hill, aging gracefully and beautifully.

Summer/winter

One Word Sunday: summer/winter

Because…

…I still think of Christmas as white. 🙂

Thanks for being part of my online flock. 🙂 Some of you might already be into Christmas Day when you read this, some are still enjoying Christmas Eve Day. But wherever you are in the world or your celebration, I pray that you have a merry, happy blessed Christmas (or holiday) and the same sort of 2022.

or

Darling, naturally I only wear fur!

Six Word Saturday 12.11.21

What a nut!

“Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?”
― Walt Whitman

Large and melodious thoughts beat being a nut descending on you, but I doubt this squirrel is interesting in jettisoning his treat. He seems to be enjoying his winter snack. Speaking of nuts, do you think PETA objects to him wearing a fur coat?

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #148 – Spots and Dots

Ann-Christine has set us the task today of find spots and dots, and shares three examples from the amazing work of Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama, whose ‘Infinity Mirror Room’ Installation we saw at the WNDR Museum in Chicago. As we only had a minute in the room, you can understand my slightly demented look as I strove to both enjoy and photograph what was around me. You know how cool it is when you get several mirrors just right to appear to go on forever? Multiply that by a factor of a million and you might be able to imagine this.

My life is a dot lost among thousands of other dots.
— Yayoi Kusama

But let your eyes rest, look at some other examples and enjoy some random dot quotes.

Bird spots and dots and not of the droppings sort…

Purpose is the thread that connects the dots to everything you do that leads you to an extraordinary life.
— Oprah Winfrey

Prickly desert spots and dots…

Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart even when it leads you off the well worn path. ~Steve Jobs

Frozen spots and dots…

Grandchildren are the dots that connect the lines from generation to generation. ~Lois Wyse

And at the other temperature extreme, some almost-boiling spots and dots.

I don’t think Seurat would have been aware of the dots – he would have been aware of what he was trying to do. The dots were an instrument.
— Frank Auerbach

Happy mid-May! I hope wherever you are that you’ve gotten at least one vaccination shot and are able to spend time with friends and family in person.

Lens-Artists Challenge #132 – Striped & Checked

Ann-Christine has set forth a challenge of stripes and/checks this week, so let’s go hunting. Or should I say let’s check it out? 🙂 Although we now live in Arizona, I’ve lived in the Midwest with four seasons all my life. So as odd as it seems to many people, I miss winter. So my stripes are from Illinois winters, while my checks are from downtown Chicago. Feel free to curl up with some hot chocolate or hot coffee or tea while viewing.

Snow with the remnants of irises.

From “my” park, a place I miss with a deep longing.

Our neighbors’ fence.

The big city. Not in winter.

Winter pomegranates

Playing with editing again at the start of this new year. Winter looks different in the Southwest…and feels different, too. Yesterday I was sitting on our back patio reading and basking in the sun. Of course it’s in the mid-thirties when I get up in the morning, but it’s generally managed to edge into the mid-sixties or higher by mid-afternoon. Since I can’t have snow, I guess I’ll take it. 🙂

Friday frost

While there’s no frost today (probably more rain), I thought I should enjoy some photos of it, as omce in Arizona, we won’t want to see it! I love it! Though! So here are a few from earlier in the year.