Thursday, July 31, 2008

Intrepid Explorer (213/366)

What lies beyond the confines of this plastic tub?  What smells and textures are yet to be discovered?  What shelter or hideaway can be found?  My brave little hermit crab sets out to find out.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Stuffed (211/366)

On the eve of a new journey, my car is full of stuff and the air is full of possibility

Monday, July 28, 2008

Destination (210/366)

The arrow is imperative:  Don't miss it!

Saturday, July 26, 2008

How Does Your Garden Grow? (208/366)

It was almost a year before I discovered this little street in my neighborhood, tucked away off a main road.  After that I always loved walking down it even if it took me a little out of my way. My neighborhood's streets all have Scottish names - Braemore, Ayr, and Lanark- and often they seem made for the grey skies and misty weather that settles down around them.  But this street and its proliferation of flowers that crowd the stones seems most Scottish to me.  The thing I remember most about Scotland was that every little house was adorned with at least a window box, and that flowers seemed to grow everywhere.   When I passed by these gardens I imagined I was in Scotland again, for a little while.

Friday, July 25, 2008

In the Stratosphere (207/366)

I love airplanes.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

On Holy Ground (205/366)

We've got some difficult days ahead.  But it doesn't matter with me now.  Because I've been to the mountaintop. And I don't mind.  Like anybody, I would like to live a long life.  Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now.  I just want to do God's will.  And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain.  And I've looked over.  And I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you.  But I want you to know tonight that we, as a people, will get to the promised land.  And I'm happy tonight. I'm not worried abbout anything.  I'm not fearing any man.  Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Dangerous Libation (204/366)

I'm attending a really neat conference this week, and we were all given welcome packets that included these cute little water bottles — they were giveaways at a local event a couple of years ago.   It's hot and muggy here, so I've been filling my new water bottle and schlepping it along with me from seminars to roundtable discussions, drinking in the sweet nectar of life.

The bottles are from a couple of years ago, though, and they're a suspicious hard plastic that I can't be entirely sure is not the same hard plastic that was recently recalled.   Would a bunch of leftover water bottles in a back closet really have been remembered during the water bottle scare a couple of months ago?   It's hard to tell by looking.

It's so pretty, though, and the water it holds for me is so sweet and fresh, that it's hard to believe it's anything but benevolent!

Monday, July 21, 2008

Diaphanous (203/366)

I recently came across the word diaphanous in a book I was reading, and remembered how beautiful I thought it sounded when I was studying for the SAT.  I resolved to use it more often.  (Good thing I saw this spiderweb today!)

What's your favourite underused word?

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Friday, July 18, 2008

It Was an Interesting Day (200/366)

... and I really can't decide between these two. 

Fishing in the Underwater Forest


Which do you like best?

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Lawn Ranger (197/366)

When I came to this house on my walk today, I stopped in my tracks and grinned.  This is exactly the kind of yard I wanted when I was growing up, much to my parents' chagrin.  Forget all those fancy turfbuilders!  Who needs Round-up?  This long-necked gaggle of flowers is reaching for the stars is much, much better than ordinary grass.  I would stand next to my mother as she weeded, indignant, and protest, "But they're not weeds.  They're wildflowers."  It's all a matter of perspective, right?  And as it was, after all, my mom who taught me to look for the best in any situation and keep my petals turned toward the sun, I guess the fluffball doesn't fall too far from the dandelion.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Clouds Aren't Picky (196/366)

They have no pretense; you can see the most beautiful ones drifting lazily above a cow pasture, casting shadows along the mountains and valleys of the Shenandoah, or intertwined with smokestacks and powerlines. They are willing to adorn the most humble of horizons. 
Clouds drape the plainest, grittiest skylines in the ethereal.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Up to Date!

I'm finally up to date!  It's been a whirlwind few weeks, but I've finally got everything uploaded and in order.  In the next few days, I'll go through the photos and add some more reflections. to many of them - and I'm especially looking forward to catching up on your blogs as well!

Happy photo-ing!

The Village Green (195/366)

Every town should have one, don't you think?

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Friday, July 11, 2008

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Monday, July 7, 2008

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Intruder (188/366)

And bonus shots!

Friday, July 4, 2008

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Flowers like blue Kix (185/366)

make me a little hungry

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Tuesday, July 1, 2008