175: Wearin’ O’ the Green

Since we don’t have a lot of green here in the Bogs yet, and since I won’t be posting photos of myself wearing the color, I thought I’d bring you a few more photos from Florida.  In honor of the day and all.  The parrots, as you can see, wear green really well.

After seeing them the first time, I went back every day to see if they were still there.  Much to my delight, they were.  There must be something in the palm trees that the birds were enjoying as they were digging in with gusto, and then chattering about it.

I should have tried to catch them near sunset as I think the lighting would have been better, but we never seemed to be over that way at that time of day.

Outdoor Adventures in the Bogs

It is warm and sunny here today.  I’ve opened up a few windows and doors, and put laundry out on the line to dry.  This is the first time this year I’ve hung it outside.

The joyful little crocuses were smiling up at the sun this morning.  They are probably happy that the sun has been providing with us with lots of light today, and some colorful sunsets once in a while.  I’ve almost missed the sunsets because the time change has had me a bit confused, but I think I’m finally adjusting to it.  It’s wonderful to have it light so late in the day.  I realize that probably isn’t going over well in the morning, when we have to wait a little later for sunrise, but that will work itself out eventually.

(Yesterday’s sunset.)

I think this next sunset is from a day or two after coming home.  It’s been sitting in the camera, waiting, while I uploaded and sorted through some of the Florida shots.

Here is a reflection of the same sunset on the pond:

I love the colors.

I started my spring cleaning today.  I’d like to say I got off to a great start but I had to waste part of my morning dealing with another malware attack.  Arrrgh!  That sort of stuff is so frustrating, especially the amount of time involved in getting things fixed.  This one was odd in that it hit me when I clicked on a link to a blog I’ve been following for a while.  I subscribe through email and I clicked on the email link to visit the blog post and, perhaps, leave a comment.  Now I’m worried that I won’t be able to continue to visit new blog posts this way.

Frustrating.  As is my so-called virus protection.  Symantec, I am disappointed in you.  I update you every day.  I run a quick scan every morning.  Your job is to keep malware out, yet you have failed me twice.  I think it may be time for us to part ways.  I’m moving on to someone new, who will (I hope) do the utmost to protect my computer from such attacks.

60: Sunsets, shadows, and silhouettes

(La Jolla sunset.)

You are standing in the sky.  When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth.  We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it.  We breathe it deep within us.  With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.

~ Diane Ackerman

I read this quote last night and thought how cool that is:   We live in and breathe the sky.  I should think about that the next time I’m on an airplane and way up in the sky.  It’s comforting in a way.

(Embarcadaro sunset)

My yoga practice this morning was lovely.  Energizing, in a “I can feel the energy moving throughout” kind of way.  Although there is something to be said for all of the poses (or asanas), tree pose (Vrksasana) was my favorite today.  I was balanced and felt rooted to the earth while reaching up towards the sky.

(Surfing at sunset.)

Some days my balance isn’t as good and I almost topple over.  Some days it’s really bad and I do topple over.  Today I found my center, where the balance comes from.


When we get back into the warmer months, I think I’ll move my mat and practice outside.  I imagine it’s a wonderful thing, doing yoga outdoors.

(On the deck)

I’m going to spend my outdoor time at a soccer game later this afternoon.  It should be fun.  The weather will be nice (unseasonably warm again).

(Having dinner during the golden hour.)

I am stretching (s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g-!) for something to write about today.  It’s one of those days when I seem to have lost my words.

(Sunlight and shadows on sand.)

So I think I’ll give up on the words and just post some photos.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel more inspired to write.  Today I just want to feel and luxuriate in the good energy of the day.

(Walking on sunshine.)

(Walking on sunshine II)

59: Wondering

(View from the airplane window.)

I wonder.  I wonder a lot.  I even wondered about the word wonder and had to go look it up just to see if it is all the things I think it is and I was delighted to find it’s true:  Wonder is a wonderful word.

(Looking to see what’s out there.)

To think or speculate curiously

I wonder about blogging and life.  I wonder about the ups and downs of it.  I have a few blog mates that have dropped off the blogosphere for a while.  Some have come back for NaBloPoMo.  Some have made brief appearances for NaNoWriMo.  And others are showing up in comments here and there remarking about how this is the first year they have missed NaNo or NaBlo.

(Looking up while standing inside of a sculpture.  Shelter Island.)

I wonder about some of those folks.  Is life keeping them so busy that they no longer have time to blog?  Did they grow tired of it?  Have they moved on to some other aspect of online life?  Or are they so immersed in life that blogging about it doesn’t even enter their minds anymore?  (I like to think it is the last option because I want to imagine them happily going about life.)

To be filled with admiration, amazement or awe

Some of those I am missing from blogland are people I admire, people who amazed and awed me with their use of words.  I’ve often wished that I could put together letters, string together words, and make sentences and paragraphs the way they do.  I know there is a certain amount of skill involved in writing as with any art, skill that comes from knowing the basics and practicing them, but I also know there is a gift to it as well.

(Balanced rocks.)

I miss their gifts and I hope they are still sharing them somewhere so that others can experience the wonder of their use of words and their ability to draw one in to a story or a poem.

To doubt

I’m committed to this — blogging and the outdoor adventures challenge — for a good long while and I have to tell you, I wondered (a lot!) after making the announcement if I wasn’t making a great mistake.  A whole year???  How crazy is that??  Did I aim too high?

(Becoming part of the sculpture.)

But day after day it has become easier, mainly because it has become part of my daily routine.  I am habit building.  A day without some outdoor time doesn’t seem normal anymore.

I also wonder if I’ll be able to catch up.  I tried to keep up with blogging and my blogging friends while in San Diego but I could only devote so much time to it as my days were filled with enjoying being in San Diego.  So I think I’ll give up on catching up and start from where I am.

Today’s Walk

Today’s walk was filled with wonders, too.  It always is.  Today I admired the silvery sheen of the sunlight and clouds, especially as they were reflected in the water of the pond.

(Today’s view of the pond.)

The sky has been milky today.  Even the blues, when they were showing, looked washed out.  It’s an unseasonably warm day.  Perhaps that is what is causing the haze and milkiness.

(Reflections through the grasses.)

M has been outside using his new toy, a chain saw.  I can’t get quite as excited about it as he is, but I am glad he has a better chain saw than he had in the past.  It should make it easier and quicker to cut up all the wood lying about out there, especially the huge chunks of elm left from when we had to have the dead elm trees cut down.

One of the places I be sure to visit each day is the back of the pond where a big, old maple tree hangs over the water.  We are going to have to remove it sometime soon.  A strong wind could bring it down, roots and all, and that could/would undermine the dam.  I feel awful about it.  It’s a beautiful tree.  I took a few photos but they all came out blurry (sort of how I look at the tree now, feeling teary-eyed about having to cut it down).

I’ll try again tomorrow to get some decent shots of it.  I will be visiting the tree every day until we finally do the dastardly, but necessary, deed.

I also wondered at and admired the browns.  I know most people don’t think of brown as a beautiful or wonderful color.  I like it.  There are so many different shades of brown now that most of the other color has dropped away.  Sometimes I try to see how many of those shades I can get into one photo.

That’s about it from the Bogs for now.  Thanks for stopping by.  🙂

A sampling of sunsets

(At sunset on Sunday.)

This past week has been a week of sun and rain, rain and sun, and more sun and rain.  Front after front has moved through, filling and refilling the trench for the patio wall with rainwater and mud.  Poor M has spent almost as much time bailing and siphoning out the trench as he spent digging it.

(Sunset on Tuesday.)

The heat has been building up during the day with the storms arriving late in the afternoon and at sunset.  We’ve had some incredible sunsets as a result of all the clouds and turmoil.

We even had a tornado warning on Wednesday afternoon.  I don’t know if a funnel cloud was spotted or not but do know one of the local weather guys was going on and on about the rotation on the radar and zooming in on our area all the while warning us to seek shelter now.  I have no problem seeking shelter.  I experienced a tornado on an up close and personal basis and have no desire to repeat that experience.

Some of the clouds overhead during that storm reminded me more of hurricane type clouds than the usual thunderstorm clouds.  I took a few shots of the churning, rotating clouds but they didn’t come out well.  It’s difficult to tell what you’re looking at.  If you look near the bottom left of the photo with the tree, you might get some idea of what I mean.

(Wednesday’s sunset.)

I’m glad I finished the Look Up theme as I did promise not to show a month of clouds.  Not that it matters.  This is only a few days of clouds.

(A hole in the clouds just before sunset on Thursday.)

The new camera takes bigger pictures than my old one.  That means they take up more space on the computer.  That also means I have to learn to be more discriminating in terms of what I keep and even, some days, in what I shoot.  I don’t have unlimited room on my hard drives.  In a way, this is a good thing because I’m learning to slow down and think about the picture I am seeing as well as the picture I am taking.

(The sky on fire at sunset on Thursday.)

I keep telling myself I will not take another sunset photo this week.  However, they have been so dramatic and colorful that it’s been impossible for me to resist.

I wonder if that means I need to seek some sort of help for my addiction to photographing sunsets.  Probably not.  There are worse habits and addictions, and photographing the sunset keeps me out of trouble.

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