View from our basement windowUsed Picnik software for sepia and vintage tones
Other Photo of the Week posts:
Breakaway
Fields of Gold
View from our basement window
~ a sunshiny morning yesterday and my backyard walk in the fluffiest snow ever
I can almost hear the screak of the windmill on our farm when the wind turned. I'd be up in my room with the window open, waiting for the sun to sleep after its work of heating up a summer's day. I liked windmill speak - the ancient sound kept alive by new air. I often feared a strong gale would fly off with our windmill, taking our foothold, our memorial to days past and our assurance of the new breath of hope in the morrow.THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN BIRDS COME BACK
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
We're nowhere close to a place in which we'd say, "I can live with this, I'm handicapped, but that's okay." We still fight our way through each day, hurting. So in '09, we hope and pray that we can turn a corner. Our improvements this past year were small, but hopeful. We're thankful, as we try not to be anxious. Independence is a dream world for us - oh, if that could change.
I've wanted to photograph this fraternity house (Kappa Sigma) for years, but it's on old Greek row at the University of Idaho, the little road that's directly in front of the house is one way -the wrong way off the road from which I pass. I'd never taken the time to find close parking, so hadn't seen the front of the building until this week.
See the world in green and blue
pics: 1) Singing "He's a Most Disagreeable Man" at dress rehearsal. 2)Two of Aunt Trina's nieces.