In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Orange you glad it’s photo challenge time?.”
I go to the island every now and again. I spend the time alone and stay for the sunset before returning to “real” life. This day the sunset was no great shakes but the moon was full.
Spring in Seattle: Blossoms, bees and books.
I had jet lag. We arrived in Nairobi at 10:00 pm and had prearranged to meet the “boys” (actually men, I call them boys because they are about the same age as my son) at a bookstore in the Sarit Centre at 10:00 the next morning. Nairobi is an eleven hour time difference from Seattle and it takes about 24 hours to get there.
They call traffic in Nairobi “the jam”. It took over an hour for our taxi to get to Sarit Centre from Gigiri but the boys bus ride was closer to 3 hours. If I had realized how challenging the shopping trip would be I would not even have tried.
We had raised and brought with us $500 for them to use to purchase library books they thought would benefit high school students and young adults. Never has $500 been so carefully spent. They spent hours carefully picking, conferring and doing sums. I sat on a stool with my head on my knees, not comfortable enough to doze. I thought we were done, when the owner of the bookstore gave us a 10% discount so they could buy more books!
After shopping we had lunch in the food court and parted company. I was toast, but the reward:
Of course I would do it again…Just maybe on the second or third day.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Reward.”
These two pictures show the scope and magnitude of the mess that is the Seattle waterfront. One horizontally and one vertically.
Just for fun:This shows a sweet commentary on the project:
As can be seen, my Empress is still working very hard to help me finish the quilt. I set it down to check dinner last night and couldn’t pick it back up when I sat down again. Then I noticed that it had grown eyes!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Rule of Thirds.”
This profound sign tickled my funny bone. It was clearly intended to tell people to stay off the grass and on a path.
The “carriage way” along the top of the Great Wall of China was used to get people and messages across China easily.
Yes I went up. I am in the top photo, my dad took the picture. Yes, it was nerve wracking. Being afraid of falling doesn’t necessarily make you a coward, just cautious.