Weekly Photo Challenge: Home

12 years ago, I was living east of Kansas City, Missouri and driving 20 miles through blizzards nearly everyday to get to and from work. On one particularly frightening evening, I discovered this delightful thing called freezing rain. I grew up in central Minnesota, so freezing rain was a new concept. Precipitation always just came …

Screwed

I couldn't resist the title. The word conjures up a fond memory for me. (And where did your mind go just then?!) I last made it home for Christmas in 2008. My oldest niece and my nephew were both 4 at the time. Just before Christmas Eve dinner, Ella tore down the stairs from my …

The Mystery Remains

If I open the door and step inside, all of the mystery will be over.   I'll know the darkness hides only a lawnmower, broken chairs, and discarded motor oil containers.  If I remain outside, I can continue to imagine more interesting possibilities: 50 year-old calendars of faded pin-up girls, stacks of dusty books, or maybe coins scattered across a work bench.  Forgotten things, not …

To Coupeville and Back

Being 1,800 miles away from home, Andy offered (or did I just say I was going??) to take me to his parent's house for Mother's Day.  After lunch and a visit with my wonderful second family, we visited Fort Casey down by the ferry terminal in Coupeville, Washington.   My belly full with a half a …

Askew

This has been a lazy day.   There were things I wanted to get done, intended to get done, but I got sucked in by the Janissaries terrorizing the poor Irish in The Stolen Village and gave up on doing anything else.  I'll let you in on a little secret.  I don't take photos everyday.  Oftentimes I'll take pictures …

Boat Textures

Driving down Squalicum Parkway, Jen spotted this boat.  The problem was, the old boat was behind a big fence.  So, how do you capture an image of something when you have a chain link fence in the way?  You put the lens against the square with the most interesting view and click away.  No, you can't …

Irish Thrall

Dublin, Ireland I'm still waiting to be released from the thrall of Ireland so life can return to normal.  I feel chained to the place, which is interesting, because I looked up the word "thrall" and found that in Scandinavian culture, during the Viking age, it was the term for slave.   This is appropriate considering the …