52photos: week 7

The prompt for week 7 of 52Photos was up.

This photograph was taken during the time I spent with my parents last month. There were many moments when I focused on the squirrels' nests high up in the bare trees, trying to calm my worries and stop my thoughts from racing in a million - or so it seemed - directions.

nancy

52photos: week 6

The prompt for week 6 of 52Photos was morning.

I am not a morning person in any sense of the word, so I rely on my alarm clock to get my day started. This is what I see each morning on my nightstand when I lean over to shut off the alarm. A more accurate representation would include my hand hitting the snooze button for the tenth time.

nancy

PS – I am far behind on my 52Photos for a variety of reasons. I still plan on participating, although my photos may not be in week/assignment order.

52photos: week 5

The prompt for week 5 of 52Photos was letter.

After thinking about a couple of different approaches to the prompt, I settled on the above. I love to read, enjoy writing letters and appreciate people who know how to use words to evoke emotion. This photograph conveys that words in their simplest form are composites of letters.

nancy

52photos: week 4

The prompt for week 4 of 52Photos was shadow and I am two weeks late with my entry. That is the result when life and sun do not cooperate.

Even before I had a blog, I would take photographs of the cards I made as a personal record. Like most card makers, I prefer to take those pictures in natural light. During warmer weather, those photos were usually not a problem for I could follow the sun around my yard, but not so in these days of brutally cold and snowy weather. The challenge comes in organizing my life to fit the short period of natural light available in my home to snap a picture. The week 4 photograph captures my ongoing battle with shadows.

The card is my take on a tag by Kim Hughes. I incorporated the sentence - life is too short for beige - into the word rainbow.

nancy

52photos: week 3

The prompt for week 3 of 52Photos is evening. I mentioned last week, I’ve learned that the photo presents itself to me, which is what happened again this week.

I was making dinner Sunday evening, a new-to-me recipe from Bobby Flay for vegetable meatloaf. By the way, it’s a keeper. When walking by my backdoor, I spotted the moon just showing its face. The view, framed by the trees, stopped me in my tracks.

When I opened the door to get an unobstructed view, there was a stillness in the air. When combined with the moon’s glow and trees’ shadows, a feeling of serenity came over me. I wasn’t able to capture that feeling in the photograph, but I captured the memory, which is almost as good.

njm

52 photos in 52 weeks

I could type a lot of words to explain the 52Photos project, but it would be best just to read about it in Monika’s words.

Participating in that project required next to no pondering on my part. What a change. All I needed to do was look at a few of my photos and I knew that this could only help. Plus Monika has some fun ideas (I know this one was Lisa’s, but I don’t know her, so I’m giving Monika the credit.), so I thought, “Why not?”

The first prompt was to take a photograph of whatever you were doing at 8:11p.m. on January 1. (Nothing nasty, please. Or at least don’t share that.) My photo is a screen shot taken while I was setting up my blog.

The second prompt, just completed, was independence. Yikes. How to capture independence? A slideshow of ideas went through my mind, but none that I could capture in a single photograph. Then when I was doing something in the basement (You know the drill. It was either laundry or putting groceries away or one of a million possible things.), I noticed my crutches leaning against the wall between some storage containers and luggage. They would be the perfect symbol of independence or lack thereof. When I had my knee surgery last year, I hated being dependent on others for medicine, food, transport. More than that, I really hated being dependent on those crutches for standing or walking. And they hurt. I was joyous when they physical therapist told me to stop using them. Even though I was moving slowly, I felt I was myself again independent of those crutches.

This week’s prompt is evening. What I’ve already learned, after only two weeks, is that the photo presents itself to me. Now let’s hope that I also learn how to take a better picture. My mom always told me that practice makes perfect. Isn’t she a wise woman?

I’m still debating setting up a minibook with a little journaling to supplement the photographs. I thought I should see if I last more than a month before making a decision though. 52 weeks is a long time… at least at the start of it.

Want to join in the fun?

njm