Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
|The "before" photo this rainy morning.|
This morning I made a photo from inside the rain splattered window outside. I had no idea I would also capture the images of several UFOs in the photo.
|The "after" photo after I removed the offending UFOs.|
The ethereal effect in this photo came as a pleasant surprise. I could not have duplicated the effect if I had tried. The UFOs that were removed were reflections from the recessed kitchen lights.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Sometimes in the evening we have been burning incense. I love
the pattern of smoke it produces. We buy our favorite at the Green Earth
Emporium in Bearden. Pinon wood is one favorite fragrance.
My daughter and her family gave us a gift certificate to one of their
favorite restaurants, the Homeland Cafe in Oak Ridge, TN. We
had lunch there today and it was very delicious. Salmon filled crepes.
The lovely owner, Maria, was so nice and friendy. We felt
like we had made a new friend after we left there.
Here I have the photos and long-winded captions done and I am too exhausted to finish telling about our whirlwind day. It was a good and productive day and I'll write more about it later.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
The other evening I looked out the window to see something
and when I looked back around I was amazed at this scene
I had never seen before in our house. By now anyone reading
my blog knows I love darkness, shadows, light, candlelight
and all the reflections in the mirrors.
Playing around with the photo of our bird feeder
encased in frost and ice. This blue tone
makes it appear even more frigid. I actually like it this way.
Trying to become more organized *BIG SNICKER*, I thought
I would get my clothes all together to wear to church early in the
morning. We leave here at 8 am.
This is a photo of a plan that came together. A few months ago my
sister and I stopped by a department store, I wanted a red skirt. There were
no red skirts in the entire store.
Later we stopped by the Goodwill and alas, no red skirts there that
we could find. As we were going out the door, we walked past
a rack of clothing that was to be put out for sale. The red color attracted
my sister's eye and she said, "Look at this skirt!"
An Ann Taylor skirt, perfect condition, in my size and RED!
Oh, I almost forgot. This morning I registered on Instagram. I don't quite know what I am doing but I am posting a link to my first photo. My user name is "Cindy Ellison". I hope
Take care, dear readers .... back to you later. Oh again, BTW ... the blogger photo posting "thing" is working. At least for me today it is working. :-)
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
Last Sunday Clint wanted to leave a little earlier for church. We like to be there early, sit and relax for a few minutes and read the bulletin. We were "proud" of ourselves when we pulled into the parking lot, Clint remarking, "We are the first ones here".
We truly were the first ones there and the only ones there! About ten minutes before the service was to start, Clint asked me, "Is this Sunday?" We have been messed up this year with our different holiday traditions and have been confused about some of the days. (Maybe "daze " is a better word.)
I reminded Clint it was Sunday because we had watched Charles Stanley before we left for church and Charles is always on Sunday mornings.
When Clint asked me about the day, I was spell bound reading the bulletin about a hymn that was to be sung that morning written by Christina Rossetti.
"In the Bleak Midwinter" is a Christmas carol based on a poem by the English poet Christina Rossetti written before 1872 in response to a request from the magazine Scribner's Monthly for a Christmas poem. It was published posthumously in Rossetti's Poetic Works in 1904.
The poem became a Christmas carol after it appeared in The English Hymnal in 1906 with a setting by Gustav Holst.
Harold Darke's anthem setting of 1909 is more complex and was named the best Christmas carol in a poll of some of the world's leading choirmasters and choral experts in 2008.
Rosetti using "poetic and artistic" liberty in the poem, places Christ's birth in the bleak and cold winter of England.
My anticipation on hearing the carol waned when I also read in the bulletin that there was to be only an 11 a.m. service on this particular Sunday and here we are sitting there for the usual 8:30 a.m. service. In our church newsletter, it clearly had stated the different schedule that Sunday. We had failed to read the newsletter since we were in Gatlinburg for Christmas.
We came on home and later in the morning I was able to hear the beautiful "In the Bleak Midwinter".