I’m having a hard time reconciling today’s view through the window. 80° yesterday, pouring rain in the middle of the night. Woke up to huge fluffy flakes falling. So, of course, we went out for a walk right away :o)
And it’s still falling . . .
I’ve been finishing sorting through my mom’s things in her art/sewing room today and I came across this quote . . .
“A friend is one to
whom one may pour out
all the contents of one’s
heart, chaff and grain
together, knowing that
the gentlest of hands
will take and sift it,
keep what is worth keeping
with the breath of kindness,
blow the rest away.”
~ Arabian Proverb
Ruth* is one of those lovely people who you can have not seen for many years (I shall not divulge how many years it’s been), can meet her for a chai latte at The Second Cup and it seems like it was just yesterday that you were last together. Thanks Ruth, for a most enjoyable time this afternoon. So great to see you again. :o)
*be sure to check out her blog — Silver Screenings | an irreverent blog of classic movies
My first shot on my first DSLR — a Nikon D3100.
I’ve had the camera for about a week. I took it out of the box, charged up the battery, but decided to wait to try it out until I’d gathered all Mom’s stuff that was going to be moved out to her suite in Winnipeg, packed it and had it picked up by the movers. It’s been a strange experience disassembling my childhood home. Our voices ring a little in the living room now.
A huge Atlas Van Lines truck pulled up this morning. The friendly and conscientious crew made quick work of loading and were on their way within about an hour. Then it was breakfast, a long nap, a trip to the back corner of Mom’s yard to harvest a stalk of rhubarb (haven’t had any for ages). I sliced the rhubarb, put it on to simmer, called my brother, forgot about the rhubarb, came back downstairs sensing that all was not well. The pungent smell of burnt sugar, a light haze filling the kitchen. Oops. Turned off the stove, opened windows, dealt with the pot and made another trip to the back corner of Mom’s yard. Much more successful the second time. A lovely treat.
Then I settled in to play with my camera. :o)
I’ve been going step by step through the quick start guide this afternoon, so the setting for this photo was auto-everything. Ahh, what fun to come . . .
“When you’re in a rut, you have to question everything except your ability to get out of it.”
~ Twyla Tharp, The Creative Habit: Learn It and Use It for Life