These tiny garlic chive flowers are often overlooked, but lovely in their own right.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/06/21/flower-of-the-day-june-22-2016-heirloom-roses/
Garlic Chives: Flower of the Day June 22, 2016
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Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 30 – ‘After’
Before and After: The Barber Makes A House Call
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- Before: I had to admit these palms were a bit in need of a trim.
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- And I knew just the barber to call.
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- It didn’t take him long to commence with his snipping.
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- This angle will show you a bit more clearly what a magnificent feat this really was.
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- After: A few hours later, all of the palms in my yard were shorn for the season. Good news for the pool, which has been saved from months of falling debris.
https://hughsviewsandnews.com/2016/06/21/hughs-weekly-photo-challenge-week-30-after/
Naked Lady? Flower of the Day, June 21, 2016
I’m not sure what this lovely little flower is that volunteered its presence near my kitchen door. If you know, please give me your verdict.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/06/20/flower-of-the-day-june-21-2016-heirloom-roses/
Companionship
My neighborhood gang. I think we were all five or six years old.
Companions
I did the above poem making use of a screen shot, but I’m not very happy with the quality. I need to leave to go to Guadalajara so can’t fuss with it more, but when I get home will go back to my old method of printing it out, making a jpg file and posting it as a photo from the media file. Back to the drawing board!
Cosmos Pastoral: Flower of the Day, June 20, 2016
I’ve been doing so many closeups of flowers that it occurred to me that flowers can be as beautiful en masse as singly and close up, so for the next few days I want to show some of the acres of wildflowers that grow up in the mountains during September and October.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/06/19/flower-of-the-day-june-20-2016-heirloom-rose-and-friend/
Summer Evenings Turn to Fall
Summer Evenings Turn to Fall
Back when we drank summer through paper soda straws,
we played cowboys and Indians, hiding out in draws
that we imagined wilder. Our hearts beat with fear
of fictional opponents who might be drawing near.
We had no euphemisms for our enemies.
We only knew our fear of them, silent, on our knees.
Little did we know then, during childhood games,
imaginary enemies would assume other names.
No ditch big enough to hide, and no night dark enough.
No more cops and robbers. No more blind man’s bluff.
Strange that in those peaceful times the games we chose to play
were a mere foreshadowing of what is real today.
Back when summer filled our cheeks with melons and with berries,
why didn’t we fill balmy nights with princesses and fairies?
Back when life was summer smooth, we lusted after roughness,
as though we’d gain maturity through violence and toughness.
Feigning valor not yet gained, we knew not that tomorrow
we’d have the fears we’d feigned for real––the terror and the sorrow.
Childhood evenings filled with shouts and laughter interspersed
were in reflection adult games that we just rehearsed.
The picture is my sister Patti and her best friend Karen. Note the saddle placed on the makeshift “horse.”
Rust and Rebozos: Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge: 2016, Week 25
I love the variety of the women shown in this photo and how each one conveys a different story. The obvious focus is the woman in the white dress, but I also love the contrast between the basket of flowers and the bright turquoise satin purse, the woman looking right at me from behind the hand of the woman adjusting her chignon. Just so much going on that day of the rebozo parade and some of that is conveyed in this photo.
These are two favorite photos I found when looking through some old hard drives. I could save them for a specific prompt, but by then I might have forgotten them, so here they are in odd balls.
On the road to Tapalpa! This would have worked well for the curves prompt! Love this rusty roll of wire flung over the fence. Those old fences made out of whatever wood was at hand are still my favorites. You can see some of the famous October wildflowers scattered around in the tall grass.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/06/19/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2016-week-25/
Aimless
Here’s a smaller version so you can see the shape on a smaller device. I’ve been working on this shape for seven hours. Sheesh! how time flies. I have versions of four different birds, but I think I like the duck best.
In case you are curious, here is another version of “Aimless.” Same poem, different bird–a plumed exotic with its wings extended.
And, for those who haven’t had enought, here is the first view I did:
Cosmos: Flower of the Day, June 19, 2016
Perfectly Formed
Perfectly Formed
We demand perfection in so many things––
performances most flawless, cars that sport no dings,
trophy wives to greet us at the door each night
with Ivory complexions and bodies toned just right.
My kid’s an honor student, your child a beauty queen.
If we have other children, they are more rarely seen.
In our quest for perfection, somehow the TV
Has become our standard for reality.
Silicone injections in our lower cheeks,
surgery reducing our stomachs, thighs and beaks.
If we’re not born perfect, thank God that we can buy it.
Every ordinarily attractive gal should try it!
I heard there was a sale on for tummy tucks and lifts––
promoting them as valentines and other midlife gifts.
And so I declared myself my own valentine
and began to plan a body that was really really fine.
I started with love handles and worked up to my neck.
‘Til I’d made a total rehab out of this old wreck.
If I had been born perfect, I’d probably be blue.
I would have had to figure out something else to do.
Perhaps I would have learned to make those statues on my shelf
instead of concentrating on adjustments to myself!
This poem is a spoof––no tummy tucks yet. When I was growing up, there was a feature in the “Reader’s Digest” entitled “The Perfect Squelch.” In it, they would share perfect examples of verbal “one-up-manship.” Now that’s the kind of perfection I can appreciate. I’d love to hear your examples of perfect squelches you’ve made or heard in the comments section below. I also have a “perfect photos” piece I’m working on, but I’ve run out of time as I have a birthday party to go to, so come back later for the photos I meant to accompany this poem.
