Contest! New Quote of the Week, or talk Amongst Yourselves

I'm not here. Isn't technology great? I've written this at an earlier point and scheduled it to post at 6:00 AM. And, here it is. Magic.

So, since I'm not here, but others are cat sitting--thanks Unnamed and M.--I thought you guys could share any words of wisdom here while I'm gone. I'm running a new Quote of the Week contest. Any sage words, good advice, mind boggling ideas can go here in the comment section.

Go ahead. You must have heard something at some point that has really moved you. Someone said something that made it all fall into place for you. Share it here. When I get back, I'll look at the posts and decide who has the best words, at that moment, based on whatever I'm feeling at the time. Kind of arbitrary, but this is subjective and who knows how I'll be moved?

Hey! Maybe I'll get something in Mexico and give it to the winner! Yeah, how about that?

Contest give away--something cool from Mexico that doesn't go against the spirit of The Compact in any big way.

Contest rules: Post as often as you like. Post any interesting thing you'd like to share.

See you soon. Good luck!

I. Am. Procrastinating...

I am procrastinating because I feel overwhelmed. Nice response, eh? And, I feel overwhelmed because the time to get things done is slipping by--so I procrastinate. Mind boggling isn't it, but this is one of my long term foibles and huge character flaws.

My mom is a huge list maker and does not procrastinate to my knowledge. She gets things done quickly, especially things she hates doing, and gets on to the good stuff. She checks things off and moves on. Admirable.

I write up a list, look at it, get overwhelmed and think about what else I can do instead. Flawed.

Rock out Friday.

Espero que disfruten de la musica, and I'll see you soon when we get back.

I've Discovered Photoshop

My husband designs things for a company. Yes, things. Stuff. But, the stuff he designs is of a good quality and is ultimately used by creative people to make their own stuff. Not all stuff is bad. His stuff could be handed down to a whole new generation of stuff-users. Really, it could.

This is how we've come to have Photoshop here in our house. And now I have my brother-in-law's hand-me-down camera so I've been discovering what I can do when I combine snow, a digital SLR camera and Photoshop.

Look what I did yesterday:

This series I call, Bikes Left on Back Porch Even Though it's the Winter.

Here's a set I like to call, Evergreen Shrub on Back Porch.

Here's a shot I have named, Underside of Metal Porch Chair: Could be a Twin to a Victor Vasarely Print



Look:



See? Twins.



These are my Twigs and Plants series. I think they've turned out nicely.







Back to basics with Logs.








This one is called, I've Come Unhinged.





Here's a little something I like to call Desaturation Black and White Tree Mombo





And finally, Good Fences make Good neighbors.

But, do you think that's true? Do good fences make good neighbors? Does it depend on who is controlling the fence? What if some want to go the other side--what then?

Bunting, Bunting, Crane, Crane...Wait, What?

A flock of cranes landed on my living room floor yesterday. There are about 21 of them. These are the small ones. My son made them and was so inspired by his own new-found folding ability that he taped 16 sheets of white paper together and made a giant crane--simply humongous. He is a folding demon now.

He then taught my daughter, who can now make a delightful crane, and me, who maybe can make a delightful crane now.

Later in the day he told me that he really likes cranes..."What?" "I like cranes a lot.", he said. I was completely confused by this and positioned my arm with my elbow cocked way up high and my hand dropped down. "You mean a crane?", I asked, puzzled, thinking of a crane at a construction site. "No! A crane like what I folded!" "Oh!!!! Yeah, I do too. Those are great."

Words are tricky sometimes.

Another time, years ago, my husband and I were watching a baseball game on TV. There, behind the batter, was a low brick wall draped with bunting. I could see it, but still my head was elsewhere. "I like bunting.", my husband said. "I do too, it's cool." I agreed. "I wouldn't say it's cool." my husband replied. "Yeah it is! It's so difficult." I replied indignantly. "There is nothing difficult about bunting." My husband countered, sort of irritated with my idea. I was shaking my head in disbelief. "God! How arrogant of you! Of course it's hard! Bunting is very hard!" "No it's not. Not in the least--what are you talking about?!" my husband asked exasperatedly. "Bunting. What are you talking about?" "Bunting. You know, the drapey stuff on the wall." my husband clarified. "Oh!!!! I was talking about bunting--the batting action. You know!" All was revealed.

Words. Tricky.