For Wordless Wednesday.
Today’s Bloganuary prompt is “What is a road trip you would love to take? (I skipped yesterday’s because I have absolutely no clue what advice I’d give to my teenage self. Way too long ago.)
Driving trips are not my favorite thing
I am not a big fan of road trips. Things go by too fast.
I am better now about pulling over, but I still feel like I miss too much. For some reason, a mix of my personality and up-bringing make it hard for me to pull over easily. Driving takes too much of my attention to let me see things well and I don’t react fast enough to opportunity. I’m often well past before I decide I want to see something better.
But I digress…
There’s no place like home
There are many places to see and things to do in the world. I’ve been blessed to do, perhaps, more than my fair share. And there are more places I’d like to go, but my only recurring road trip ambition is to explore all the nooks and crannies of my home state: Washington.
Through the years I’ve made some progress.Continue reading Why do you go away? So that you can come back*
2021 was a strange year. Not a bad year. In fact for me it was actually a very good year. Watching the news I feel a little guilty about that.Continue reading At the end of the year…
This week I spent some time relearning and, hopefully, moving a bit forward in understanding how to use luminosity masks.
I used some photos from Hawaii. It allowed me to immerse myself in warm sunny memories during the dark cloudy days as the winter solstice approaches. It’s almost here: in two weeks the days will start to be noticeably brighter.
Here are a few before/after.
Snoqualmie Falls for Wordless Wednesday.
Some whites and silvers I found this week.
I put a new birdbath in my backyard a couple of weeks ago. I’ve started getting visitors.
I love the emerging and unfurling of the ferns in spring time.
I never liked the artificial ones, but the ones in my garden always make me smile. These Egyptian Walking Onions are fascinating, and pretty wacky. Mother Nature never ceases to amaze. They grow a crop of new onion bulblets in their flowers.
They keep it up until the stem collapses under the weight, planting the series of bulblets, which is why they are called “walking”.
We aren’t the most disciplined of gardeners, and the onions are almost everywhere. Fortunately they are pretty tasty.