Remembering flowers, Remembering the years | #WeekendCoffeeShare, 6 Dec 2019

 

Thank you for stopping by for Weekend Coffee Share! There’s tea in the teapot and Toddy coffee makings in the refrigerator. Help yourself to fresh mozzarella cheese and veggie crackers. Make yourself at home!

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, we did finally make it to the restaurant, late Thursday afternoon, for my birthday dinner out. My rotini was marvelous, Al enjoyed his Chicken Parmesan, and we both ate leftovers, this morning. I still have one more meal’s worth of my dinner that I can reheat for supper, tonight.

If we were having coffee together, today, I would tell you about the surprise telephone call that Al received, this afternoon, from the dentist office. Our time crunch has been alleviated due to my dental hygienist’s new baby arriving early. So, our appointments are rescheduled to the middle of next month, leaving no time commitments for the coming week. I look forward to another week of lazing around, napping and relaxing, and lingering in bed in the morning, after the Scampers are fed. (And we will definitely be home for the dog food delivery by FedEx. So grateful to not be lifting and carrying the stuff from store to car, from car to storage closet!)

If we were having coffee together, I would share with you some of my altered photographs. The greyscale photos below are some of the flower photographs that I have been experimenting with. Trying out different ways to present them. I think that the lines and shapes in my photographs may sometimes be obscured by the colors, and so I’ve turned a number of them to black-and-white, played with the textures on some, and inverted the color on a few.

 
The weather has been cold, windy, and increasingly overcast. I went outside with the Scampers before their evening meal and took some snapshots of leaves fallen on the snow. The Scampers are so eager to get outside and run up and down the paths that Al made with the snowblower after he cleared our driveway and sidewalks. I should figure out where I set down that camera and dump the photographs to one of the computers.

The snow overhanging the roof on the workshop has fallen, so the camera works, out there, again. I am thinking that a camera is not enough of a safety device, and that we should have a rope running from the side of the workshop door to the back door of the house. Sturdy enough that if one fell, one could use it for getting to one’s feet, again. We do spend a lot of time in the workshop. And even in the gazebo, when the temperature can be brought high enough for using the exercise bike and mat out there. The carpet that we put over the decking comprising the gazebo floor has done a good job of keeping out drafts.

Finally, would mention that JPGMag is going back to publishing print photography magazines in 2020. I took them up on the offer to download my high-quality photo archives (since 2012). But not the 26 digital back issues of their previously published print magazines. It is my hope that they’ll make the new setup accessible by computer as well as via IOS and Android telephones and tablets. I have quite enjoyed the community on that photo site, as I did at RedBubble during the years that they were my product sales/fulfillment service.

Looking forward to get together for coffee with you on your blogs, this weekend. Getting closer to the holiday season, and I am missing the years of parents and siblings, nieces and nephews, long talks into the middle of the night around the fireplace. We are now the “oldest generation”, and our ranks have started to thin out. There is isolation due to age and transportation and health, and diminishment of familiar voices. That last factor is, I think, why my mother isolated herself during the final years of her life. Something for me to think about during these quiet days, as I read the family’s book of photographs and correspondence between our mother and father during their courtship, marriage during WW II. They were in military service and apart, and then, years after, Father was called up for the Korean Conflict, leaving Mother alone with young children. My sister used a phrase from their letters as the title of the book: So Good For to Kiss. Oh, how they loved each other! Together to the end.

Best wishes for your week and the coming holiday season!

Love & hugs,
Lizl

The Weekend Coffee Share Link Party can be found HERE! Also at Antoinette’s blog, Maria’s, and elsewhere, during Allison‘s holiday hiatus.

P.S. Putting the link to my late mother’s WordPress site here: Rhoda’s Web Site: Quilts, Genealogy, and Family.

Blue Wild Flax Flower

Wild Flax Flower, Colored
Wild Flax Flower, Colored

I did make it up, earlier, to feed Samantha and took pictures when we went outside, afterward. Napping most of the day, however.

The yellow jacket stings are not hurting much, now. Still taking antihistamine, but not the ice packs. Rather not do that again. Al has caulked the openings between the siding and frame on the garden shed, where they seem to be nesting; last night, he soaked it with insecticide. I’ve been stung many times before, but this is the first time on my face.

 

Only One Flower

I’ve taken two photographs of the same flower from Friday afternoon’s venture into the garden before the last of the day’s flowers had wilted and dropped. This first photo is as it came from the camera, aside from the reduced size.

Blue Wild Flax Flower,
no photo editing

Here are three altered pictures of the same flower: two photos taken within a minute of each other and then manipulated using several of the free software programs that I enjoy using.

I think I am doing better, this evening. We went out to eat again this evening, having a Senior Discount punch card that we used to receive one free entrée. Grilled salmon, again, and it was lovely! We’ve had rain, which I hope will help hold together the dirt spread along the back of the house and garage. That is where I spread grass seed, this afternoon, and replanted chives. The wild flax, an annual, is reseeding, now. Fewer flowers as we come to the end of the season.

Friday in the Garden – Sunlight

Or, not sunlight. When I first got out to take photographs, before our assigned workman was dropped off at eight o’clock or so, The sun, nearly hidden behind high haze, was bright red, again. I assume that someone upwind is having problems again with wildfires. This had a gigantic effect on the reachable effects in my recreational time with the flower photos. I took photos during three sessions, and with each, the quality of the sunlight changes.

And now that I have come to a stopping point, relatively, I need to move the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer.