This week’s Photo Hunt theme is “Gathered”… The flowers I gathered, myself. The figs were gathered by others… I ate them.
You can find the flower originals here
This year, instead of the usual calendars and home-made cards, I’ve been rather Scroogie when it comes to non-family. However, I have reserved my home-mades to family. I did give the my two nieces and nephew a donation in their name to a couple of causes and organizations that they wanted to support. They will also get a small gift for under the tree. My Mom will be getting the “Roses” sign I made in my craft class.
The couples in my life will be getting paintings inspired by another projects I started in my craft class. It isn’t done yet (I don’t think). but here it is.
Here are some details from this.
My niece and her boyfriend will be getting this painting (for some reason, the shape went wonky when I photographed them so they are a little cropped).
My brother and his girlfriend are going to get this painting.
And my sister and her husband are getting this painting. Of the three, it is my favourite and the colour is slightly greener… It is difficult to get it right in my editing software.
December 17, 2011 at 12:02 pm (Uncategorized)
This week’s Photo Hunt challenge is joy.
The joy comes in finding yet more photos from my childhood, in this case slides. All the photos here were taken when I was about 5 going on 6.
The first is one I don’t recall having seen before, of Mom and me outside our house in Kemptville, before she remarried. It is also a photo full of joy.
The second and third are of me with the cherry (?) tree that we planted in the back of the house. The first must be the Spring before the other. The second, taken of me in my Easter finery. I still remember that day. Someone have me Cream Soda, the pink kind, and I was excited and the soda fizzed up and came out my nose and all over my dress and sweater. I still cannot drink Cream Soda…
The last is of me on the Kemptville Creek with my new skates, probably Christmas Day. The man is our landlord, Mr. Moffatt. The scene behind us hasn’t changed in 50 years. The service station is now a repair shop but that is it.