Ray Alstrom is my friend of twenty + years, my guru, and an It guy/photographer by profession.
He keeps my computer hardware and software going regardless of what I do to it.
He also introduced me to my first camera and often has to reset them even now when I screw everything up!
When I complained that I had photos scattered all over and couldn’t find anything,
He logged in and installed a photo organizing program called Daminion.
I like it very much and am attempting to organize my image files.
I have no idea what will follow since I am uploading a few images as I find them.
I would not be photographing anything at all, and I would not be posting to WordPress
if Ray had not instructed and guided me for many years.
Thank you, Ray. Whatever follows is for you!
Sometimes, I have dinner at a local Thai food restaurant.
On a recent visit, I didn’t have my Kindle with me so I ordered take-out
and had a nice mocha coffee while I waited.
As usual, I order the pineapple shell filled with curried rice and chicken.
When I finished the rice, I couldn’t bring myself to throw out the shell.
The next day, I photographed it.
I’ve watched a neighbor’s Rain Tree blossom this year.
Finally, I stopped the other day and photographed a few limbs.
I almost waited too long. Some of the blossoms had already fallen off the branches.
These clumps of blossoms dry into beautiful, parchment-like permanent flowers.
A friend gave me a couple of dried branches once, and they lasted for years.
They remind me of paper lanterns when they are dried.
There is something in my DNA that doesn’t love a spider.
Remember when girls wore crinoline petticoats?
Well, I was locked out of the house when I came home from high school one day.
So, I entered through the basement door where my skirt billowed up over a bush near the steps.
When I removed the skirt and petticoat, a huge writing spider fell out onto the floor!
I was horrified.
I grabbed my sister’s dictionary from the desk and dropped it on the spider.
I don’t think I’ve been more shaken by a single thing that’s happened to me in my entire life since!
Remembering the stain on that dictionary still makes me shudder.
This fat little pony was about the scruffiest I ever saw.
He was wearing his winter coat with lots of mud on top of it.
He had just come into the barn from a rain-soaked pasture.
Not many sights are prettier than a carpet of Autumn leaves.
I enjoy the sight even more on a neighbor’s lawn…
Enough organizing for this decade…