I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
~ Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass
… Me. 🙂
I know. Some of you already know me. But there are some who may be visiting today who don’t know me or didn’t know me until today. You see, I was honored to have been asked to do a guest blog post over at Kathy’s blog, Lake Superior Spirit. If you’ve been a regular visitor to Life in the Bogs you might recognize Kathy as the person who inspired me to commit to stepping outside every single day for a whole year.
Now that we have an appreciable amount of snow and plenty of cold to go with it, I’m not sure if I should thank Kathy for inspiring me to such craziness or not. I’m kidding. Of course I am thankful to her. Each day has been an adventure of some sort and I have now gotten to the point where I look forward to stepping outside, even in the cold.
Go on over to Kathy’s place and Meet Robin! While you’re there, look around. Meet Kathy, too. (Take your time. I’ll wait.)
Today’s self portrait was taken at Porter Furniture which is:
Unique is a great word for it. M and I visited Porter Furniture on our last trip. The man who owned it spent 65 years collecting all sorts of things and filling up this old cigar factory with the things he collected. I’m sure he sold much of what he collected over the years which is, obviously, what kept him in business. Mr. Porter has died and his sons are now trying to get rid of everything (4 floors worth of stuff) by the end of this month.
Porter Furniture is the interesting store I mentioned in this post. If there isn’t one of everything ever made in that store, I’ll be amazed. It was packed with all sorts of things from fire place mantels to trunks to wringer washing machines.
Oh, and this:
How cool is that?? There were actually two knights in the store, one guarding an exit door. I’ll show him to you sometime this weekend.
There was no heat in the store, hence all the bundling up in the self portrait. The lighting was interesting and I took a bunch of photos. I’m still sorting through them and hope to bring you more soon.
Today’s weather has been a mix of clouds, a little sunshine, and snow flurries. They say the flurries won’t amount to much in terms of accumulation. Maybe a quarter of an inch or so. It’s another balmy, 26-degree day.
I did not take the camera with me today. The snow was flurrying when I went out and it’s best to give the camera a break when it’s like that. Plus I need to sort through the photos I’ve taken since the trip to San Diego, including some from San Diego. That’s how far behind I’ve gotten.
There’s not much to say about today’s outdoor experience. It’s cloudy. It snowed. The birds are loving the food I put out.
Life is good. 🙂
This is the cabin where we stayed in Grand Lake, Colorado. We found it online via TripAdvisor and it was a gem of a find at a reasonable rate. Grand Lake caters to tourists and there are cabins within the town that are kind of crowded together. This cabin sat a little outside of the main portion of town but was still within walking distance of the western-style boardwalk where there are shops, restaurants, and art galleries.
The cabin was lovely and rustic, as these places tend to be. One of the things that puzzles me is why they bother with a television in rustic cabins. There was no cable (or internet connection). Granted, we could have watched DVD’s or videos, but one of the reasons I like to get away is to leave all of that behind. Even on a rainy day I’d rather spend it reading, doing a puzzle, talking with the people I’m on holiday with, or just watching the rain.
But I guess it makes some folks feel more comfortable to have a television around, even if there is nothing to watch.
(A view through a cabin window)
There are so many things I love about Colorado that I hesistate to start a sentence with “one of my favorite things about Colorado” because there are so many favorite things it almost dilutes the word favorite. I’m going to risk it, though, and tell you that one of my favorite things about Colorado are the aspen trees. I adore them. I could spend all day watching the aspen leaves shiver (or “quake”) in the breeze as the sunlight plays on their leaves. I want to see them in the autumn. I want to see them in the winter snows. In fact, I’ve added that to my list of things to do before I die: See the aspens throughout the seasons.
The cabin we leased was located within a stand of. I could have spent days just watching the trees, the quaking leaves, and the play of light in between and on the trees. Who needs television when you have aspens to entertain you?
I’ve tried capturing the aspens in photographs, last year and this year. So far I have not come up with a photo that matches what I see. I think that’s true of most photographs, to be honest. It’s hard to capture or improve on what Mother Nature has created. Or what our mind’s eye beholds.
In other news…
I haven’t done or posted a self-portrait lately (other than that glimpse of me in the window from a post a few days ago). I’ve been feeling kind of round and fuzzy and not quite in shape physically or mentally. I was feeling in great shape when we came back from Colorado but my focus has gone from self-care to vegetable care. Even house-care has fallen by the wayside. Almost a whole week went by without one load of laundry being shoved into the washer by me.
I’m also feeling sad. Anniversaries are not always good things. It was at this time last year that I put aside the usual harvest activity because things were going terribly wrong with my mother. It was not unexpected but… it was. Denial has a way of getting its hooks into you no matter how well educated you might think you are in regards to the situation.
Life is feeling fuzzy right now, blurry the way it does when you have tears in your eyes. I’ve stepped out from behind the camera, the sunglasses, and the fuzz a few times before in my blogging adventures. I’m sure I’ll do so again. When things are not quite so round and fuzzy. But for those of you new to my blog and tired of looking at my feet, you can find the me from one year ago here.
Today should cheer me up more than a bit. We’re having friends over for fish tacos on the new patio and deck. It’s first little party since we almost-finished the patio and I’m looking forward to it. They are fun people so it should be a fun time.
There is still some landscaping to be done around the patio. Once we complete that, I’ll take a final shot of it and fit it into a little slide show I’ve made of Project Patio. Or, if it doesn’t look like we’ll get the landscaping done this year, I’ll wait for a pretty day and shoot it as is.
(137: The haunted photographer, a self-portrait. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
I admit it. I’m really stretching to come up with stuff for the theme of “haunted.” There have been no signs of ghosts or other paranormal activities surrounding me. Grief, I suppose, might be considered a haunting in some way, but it’s hardly a ghost.
It’s getting better, the grief. Keeping busy helps. What isn’t getting better is the current state of my health. I seem to have picked up some germs somewhere and I’m feeling pretty awful. It’s the usual flu symptoms.
I’m going back to bed now.
(072: Self-portrait. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
The self exists both inside and outside the physical body, just as an image exists inside and outside the mirror.
~ From the Ashtavakra Gita