“L” is for a little leaf that somehow made it’s way inside my house. I found it in the hallway. It probably hitchhiked in on our shoes or blew in from the porch. It was such a tiny, little thing that I decided to keep it, preserving it with the waxed paper method. Personally, I prefer that method to the glycerin method of preserving leaves. Shortly after I removed the leaves from the glycerin mixture, they all turned a muddy brown. The glycerin apparently does not preserve the colors in the same way as pressing them in waxed paper.
This wasn’t what I had intended for this scavenger hunt prompt; but I was busy today catching up on the mundane household chores [-blech-] and didn’t have much time for taking photographs.
To give you guys an idea of how scatterbrained this 366 project is making me, I just realized today that I mislabeled Day 157 Rusted Chains as Day 156 Rusted Chains, giving me two day 156’s which had me a day behind for almost the entire month of June! 0.o
I’ve corrected my error on Flickr and WordPress; but now, I’m wondering what had me so distracted on Day 157 that I made such a crazy mistake and how it took me 20 days to realize it. Oh well, I’m only human.
I haven’t the time to research this one tonight, so I don’t know the taxonomy yet. Size: about 2cm. This one is pretty quick, too. Oddly enough, after I told him I didn’t mean him any harm and that I would release him back outside as soon as I got a few photos, he calmed down and sat still allowing me to get several very nice shots. I’m not sure if that is just coincidence or if even the smallest creatures understand “intent.” True to my word, I released him back outside and gave him my thanks. After all, it’s only right to be polite.
Mmm, molasses cookies and milk – my reward to myself for giving the kitchen a very thorough cleaning today. No, I didn’t bake these. I was cleaning the kitchen, not trying to mess it up, haha! ;P They’re store-bought, but still very good.
Mom used to make the best molasses cookies. Nothing beats hers, in my opinion. I’ll never forget the days of my childhood when she would bake this delight.
*Note to self: ask Mom for her molasses cookie recipe.
I was taking close-up photos of this bracelet and Sasha could not resist playing with it. She is obsessed with anything that looks like a string! This image turned out far more interesting than any of the shots of the bracelet by itself. ; )
Today was another cold, dreary day. My mood has been falling on the side of pessimism lately which gave me the idea to somehow capture my mood through a photograph. Abstract ideas are not my strong suit. I find that I struggle to describe abstract ideas through words, let alone my artwork. I almost did not title this one “Screw It” because I worried that the title might be construed as too vulgar. After thinking about it for a bit, though, I decided that was the perfect title since my idea was to convey my mood from the past few days.
One of these days maybe I’ll liberate myself by not caring so much about what other people think, but I find that I do care because so many people have irrational responses to the actions of others. This reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend in my car a long time ago. I was driving and another car cut me off to get in the turning lane where I was going. She yelled out the window at the oblivious driver in front of us. I can’t remember exactly what she yelled, but I was mortified and told her so. She asked me the question, “Why do you care so much about what other people think?” I couldn’t answer her. Even though I don’t really remember much else about the conversation, that moment in time and that question often return to my mind.
Why do I care so much about what other people think? I think it’s because I don’t want to offend other people. It is never my intent to upset, annoy, or cause resentment. However, just because it is not my intent does not mean that it still doesn’t happen. I was always under the assumption that if I have offended someone by something I have said or done then that was my problem. That was not a rational belief, though. I have no control over what other people think or the actions that follow as a result of their thoughts. I only have control over my own thoughts and actions.
I think my mood is a reflection of the current political and religious climate as much as it is of the weather. Pure craziness right now! I hope we can all agree to find a balance in order to diffuse the high tempers and irrationality that is plaguing us all.