Shadow Shots: Don't Shoot Me!

Oh, it's hard to be a blogger in winter.


Hard to be a blogger in winter.

The days are long and some are dark, very dark.


And there's not much goin' on in the outdoors.


And I haven't seen my grandson in months!


Just more snow, and more ice.


And I know I've worn you out on snow and ice.


And back roads.


And barns in snow.


And frost.


And hoarfrost.  (There is a difference, you know!)


And I'm pretty sure I'm about to hear you scream and pull your hair out.

Because you're saying...


"NOT ANOTHER SHADOW SHOT POST!!!

"WHY MUST SHE DO THIS TO US?"

Well.  Don't click away to the next blog in the Magical Kingdom of the World Wide Web of Wonderful-ness just yet...


I gots some 'splainin' to do!


It could be because...

I haven't been anywhere to take pictures but basketball games (two or three a week!) to the mall to walk, the grocery store, and to church.

And those photos are no fun, I can assure you.  


Rule out the grocery store and the mall (I do six miles in a hour and twenty minutes and that leaves no time, I can assure you, for pictures or for a five-pound camera bouncing along on my....oh, nevermind!)


Come to think of it, I've never taken the Rebel to church.  (Although...Rebels really should go.)




I wonder how pastor would like it if I whipped it out mid-sermon --for an action shot just when he's pounding the pulpit?


(Have I ever told you that I think it's most helpful to have a preacher that's passionate enough to pound the pulpit once in a while?  I do believe that, strongly.  I mean the sleepers need to wake UP!  But I digress.)

Okay!  Tear your hair out, scream!  It's alright.

I take shadow shots because they make me feel...

Serene.  

Contented.

Cozy.

Sleepy.  


As in:  I want to curl up in a quilt and sleep right there in that sunshine.  And let the sun bake me for just a bit.


To well-done.

Oh.  See what I told you about cozy?


And warm?

Are you feelin' it, too?

The cozy?

The contentment?

The serenity?

Well, I hope so, honey because there sure isn't much goin' on this time of year.  Spring is so close, and YET...

...SO FAR!

Shadow shots will have to do for today, okay?


Okay?


Tap, tap.


Tap.


This thing on?


Yoo hoo!


Yoo!


Hoo?


Hoo?

Don't Tell Mom!

My mom would be so ashamed if she knew just how often...

I DON'T dust!


Shh...don't tell, okay?


I sometimes wait for six weeks, I hate it so much!


(One day last week, I found my husband dusting the top of the china cabinet because he couldn't stand it any more.  That's when I knew I better get the rags out, because it's really bad if a MAN notices!  Bahahaha!!)


What's your most dreaded household chore?

Back Roads Beauty: Another Frosty Morn

Snow plus a hoarfrost and a temperature at zero equals a crystal world.  




It's a delicate and quiet world, this icy one.

All the landscape is accented with the heavy coating of frost, making something your eye might skip over and ignore the day before something to stop and take notice of.

And then when the exploding yolk of our yellow sun gets higher in the sky it lends a glow to my small part of this great big world and sets off a symphony of colors on a landscape--that was moments ago an icy colorless white--with its golden sheen showing off pinks and yellows.

Yes, winter, you can leave any day now, but I will be glad to recall your sparkling and silent glassy mornings.