Aha!! Having posted my seventh photo yesterday, I am no longer bound by the rules, so today I’m going to publish a collage of the seven photos and tell you how they relate to my life. Hopefully the Gods of Photo Challenges will not take occasion to this act. Here goes:
(If you click on the first photo, you can see them in a larger form and read the explanations of why I chose them to reflect my life.)
Every stone in this pile is there to cover a place where Morrie dug into the grass made spongy by the pool overflow. He’s added a new stone to the mix. Can you find which one doesn’t belong?
This may be a clue to the answer of the last question. Morrie could spend hours at this activity and sometimes we do.
For some reason, ever since I had new white tile laid over my old dark terracotta, pillbugs and snails love to hang out on my stoop. The pillbugs are even small enough to scoot in under the door. I never saw the end of this race between the snail and the pillbug. Perhaps no one won.
This is a lovely poem written by my friend Isidro and painted on my wall. It is his version of a story I’d earlier written entitled “In Mexico There is Always Music.”
These hummingbird moth larvae have been a part of my life for 16 years. For about two months during the rainy season, they hide out munching the Virginia creeper vines over my patio table. I’d let them be except for the fact that they poop small gumball-sized pellets all over my table. We relocate them to the lot below me.
Roo and Ollie thought they were hiding out behind my computer until I folded the lid down.
I finally got down to my studio for a few days of first cleaning and sorting out the studio, then 4 days of making a gift for my sister. Now it is a jumble again, but a creative jumble.