Playing with bubbles

A soul is but the last bubble of a long fermentation in the world.

~ George Santayana

The Color Run wasn’t the only playtime I had last weekend.  I also got to spend time with my granddaughters.  Miss Emma is now seven years old, and Miss Madison Grace is three years old.  We played with bubbles, worked on a little sidewalk chalk art, had a picnic at the Jazz & Rib Fest, and went bowling (where Miss Emma hit the jackpot on one of the arcade games and I finally broke 100 on my bowling game).

Play is the beginning of knowledge.

~ George Dorsey

I love playing with bubbles, whether it involves blowing or waving a wand, taking photos of bubbles, or taking the photos into the digital darkroom to see what happens when I use this filter or press that button.  The photo just above this paragraph looked like a planet to me so I went a little bit further and…

…put it in space with a few stars thrown in for good measure.

This one seemed a little plain as it is so…

I played.

And played.

And played some more. It’s kind of hokey, but I learn as I play in hopes that I can do better than hokey (or cheesy) sometime in the future.

It’s been a mighty fine Saturday.  I went for my first swim (of the season) in the pond.  The water is clear, cool, and refreshing.  I highly recommend it.  M and I floated around for a while, just enjoying this beautiful day.  We had more heavy rains overnight and the pond level seems to have come up a little.  Enough so that we can use the pedal boat again.  A large black snake was out for a swim too, but he stayed near the edge of the pond.  He was quite a beauty, but I can’t show him to you because I didn’t have my camera with me.  Someday I might invest in a camera that can be submerged in water so I can take it with me when I swim or canoe or anything involving the possibility of it being submerged.

Yesterday evening

That’s it from the Bogs for today.  Thank you for stopping by and joining me in a little play.  We’re going to spend the evening out on the swim platform, watching the fish swim by while enjoying the breeze, the quiet, and the play of light on the water.  The weather prognosticators are saying it’s going to be a beautiful evening to be outdoors, maybe listen to a little music while sitting on the deck after some time out on the pond.

be yourself

The world is your playground.  Why aren’t you playing?

~ Ellie Katz

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