Captured

Last weekend we found ourselves at my parents house. The girls love going to Grandma and Grandpa's house. The big adventure this time: Snow. Now this snow was different, magical as one of the girls put it. It wasn't light and fluffy, nor was it the wet snowman building kind. Rather it was about 2 feet of frozen leftovers from the several feet they had in December. Slowly it had melted and then re-froze, melted a little more and then froze again. This process of thaw and freeze made the snow rock hard to walk on. They played all over the acreage without breaking through the snow once. One moment they were playing as if they were on the moon, the next it was dog sleds in the Arctic, and another they were ice queens going to the ball. Oh to be a kid again and play out the imaginations of our inner self. I was actually able to snap a couple of good pictures of the girls. They are hard to photograph. They are both pretty photogenic, however they hate to let me take their pictures. Thus the rare shot of them being agreeable during a photo shoot is... priceless... precious... celebratory... astonishing... well - you get the idea.

Subject Matter

For Christmas my dear husband completely surprised me with a new camera. I was in desperate need of an upgrade, but my 3.1 megapixel point and shoot was meeting our needs and I could get by for another year. So imagine my joy when the upgrade had come much sooner than expected. Can you say, "10 megapixels and 12x zoom baby". Now I don't really know how that rates in the world of photography and cameras - all I know is that my photo taking skills have now reached new potential and I'm pretty excited about that. So here is a shout out to the -J- man - THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

So when one gets a new camera they are eager to take some pictures. The first couple of days, it was all about getting to know the features of the camera. The next couple of weeks I spent trying to catch a good photo of my kids. This was not an easy process. After days of begging, pleading, bribing, I finally got a family member to cooperate with a photo shoot session.



Meet the family dog, "Lucky". I love this dog. Not only is she a good family friend, but she pulls me up the mountain hikes we occasionally conquer. And she loves to play fetch. And she likes our family cat. And she has practically perfect manners. And she swims with the kids... and she poses for my photo shoot sessions... and... well... she is a Labrador. Need I say more?



It may have not been the initial subject matter I was aiming for, but I must say good ol' Lucky came through for me. Now I just wish I could master the editing processes of Photoshop. That will have to be a lesson for another day. But today, I will settle for the pictures of the family dog.

Quirky Interests and Hobbies

Quirky (kwẽrk"y̆)
adj.
a. an individualizing characteristic or quality
b. strikingly unconventional

So I have this quirky interest that has followed me over the years. I think it started on my Grandpa's farm in Moses Lake. The farm was a great place to visit. There were endless activities that would entertain us grandkids for hours. Some of my favorites were feeding the cows, climbing haystacks, flying kites, walking tight ropes, snitchin' dried fruit out of the cellar closet, shooting BB guns, swimming in the canal, spraying the fire hose, and learning to drive the feed truck (now that one brings back some memories). Yeah, the farm was a fun place - it was a place where cousin bonds were built and memories of a childhood were woven into the fabric of our souls.

My favorite activity that I'd secretly like to do is Archery. There always seemed to be a bow and arrow at the farm. I loved shooting them into the hay bales at targets. I also loved shooting them into the pasture - just to see how far they'd fly. I remember us cousins would always try to out-do the next. I don't think I had much skill in this activity, but I just loved the repetitiveness of it. I loved the ZING of the string as you let the arrow fly and the PLUNK of arrows hitting a target. Oh! And one could never forget the barely audible whisper sound of the WHIZZING an arrow would make when one of the uncles shot into the pasture. Now talk about hang time. Those babies would fly far - amazing what a little muscle could do. I'm sure the uncles loved that us cousins would scatter and go retrieve all those pastures arrows - the thrill of the hunt or something.

Years later the farm has been sold. No one visits it anymore. I, and probably everyone of my siblings and cousins, lock our precious memories and experiences of the farm close in our hearts. I took from it happy memories, strong family relationships, and a quirky interest in Archery.

Here's the proof of the hobby. I took my husband on a date to the local Sportsman's Show this weekend. We wandered all through the booths, sat through a cooking demonstration, and checked out dead dear heads mounted on walls. I know -J- enjoyed it. But for me the payoff came when we hit the indoor archery range. Shhh...Don't tell my husband...but my underlying reason for orchestrating the whole date: A chance to shoot off a few arrows!

Mission Accomplished!

Okay folks. It's confession time. Leave me a comment about your quirky interest or hobby. You know we all have them - so lets just fess up and see what we can learn about each other.

The Day in the Garage

-J- had this great idea for Christmas presents for the girls this year. He wanted to give them a tool kit. You know screwdrivers, hammer, wrenches, and so on. You see, whenever -J- is working on a project in the garage, the girls are front and center wanting to be working on projects too. They glean any scrap of wood they can and then the creations begin. With hammers a tappin' they'll create dog houses, cat houses, Barbie huts, and once they even made a full scale floor plan for their dream playhouse out of garden stakes.

So my dear husband furthered the gift by making a wood project to be given with the tool kits that they could assemble. He decided on a "dresser-top organizer". A container to hold books, CDs, and nick-nacks...oh...I mean precious treasures. You know those things that children all cling to: that special rock from the playground, the old gum ball machine ring found half buried in the dirt at the park two years ago, the 50 acorns collected in the fall to feed the squirrels with sometime this winter. The trinkets vary, but every kid has them. As a mother I tend to look over the vastness of my children's precious treasures and I think, "Look at all this clutter!" and then slowly I remember the rocks and paper horses and pig key chains that "cluttered" my room growing up and realize that those precious treasures were forerunners to the things that would later shape the interests and ambitions of my future. Maybe if I peered closely at my children's treasures I'd have a glimpse into whom my children may become.

Wow! Now there were some random thoughts. Back to the wood project. -B- was especially into wanting to do the project. She didn't care if it was only 5 degrees in the garage. She wanted to get started. -J- got the wood stove going (this probably brought the garage up to 25 degrees) and they got started.

Check out the concentration on -B's- face. She is actually quite good when it comes to hammer and nail skills.


Next came some assembly to make the storage spaces for all the afore mentioned treasures.

She chose her colors and the design. Interior dots were all the rave this year.


What an excellent dresser-top storage container. All are feeling good about a project well done.

In the beginning...

...I decided to blog...and then not to blog...and then blog...and well...I guess I'll blog. I created this blog page months ago, thinking "Yeah, me too. I want to blog. I can post pictures and say fun things." At my first attempt I found that I spent way too much time just putting together the layout of the blog - let alone even getting to a post of anything relevant. Blogging started to feel like "homework" of yet another project hanging over my head that I should be spending some time on. Do you know how much mental power is wasted on thinking about the things "I should be doing"? I don't know the answer to that question, but I imagine a lot of wasted energy goes into such thoughts. I envy those people who think - I am going to do this project and "poof" it is done the next day and checked off their list. This wasn't me when I created this blog. So I let the idea of blogging simmer for a few months. Then December was upon me. A new year looming - its a good time start a blog and all that it brings. I had a month to decide. My decision? I decided not to blog. And yet here I am on the first day of a new year: Blogging. This will probably be my one impulsive moment of the year. Glad you are here to witness it with me. One minute I'm checking my email, the next I'm blogging.