From The HD

  Posted on November 14, 2013 By George Weaver

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 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…

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