While looking into old photo files today, I came across a few hundred images from 2006 that I took while on a trip to the east coast. I had completely forgotten about these images, spent several hours going through them and was surprised that none had made it to these pages.
Taken with my old Canon PowerShot SD450, a little workhorse of a camera that I never should have parted with, I love the gentle muzziness of the images - not quite sharp yet not quite out of focus.
It's funny how my standards for photography have changed over the years. I've gone from knowing nothing and being lucky, to knowing a little more, still lucky at times, and being a bit more fearless about it all. And throughout all that, I've striven for the sharp, clear image. Now that I see these anew, I think less sharp, and less clear have their place, and I'm happy to give it to them.
See that little sunburst coming from the water droplet? Look for it, I know you'll find it. That is my celebratory Hurrah! - I'm back on Blogger and ready to roll.
I spent three very fretful days over the long weekend while I couldn't access my blogs, my gmails, and some very important other accounts: Didn't sleep, couldn't stop going over and over and OVER the problems I've been experiencing, exchanging emails with Blogger Product Forum (nice people), and finally getting a solution last night from a local friend.
Thank you, Sylvia, Mimi, Kalyn, and dear Susan, for your support and good wishes. Good blogging friends are priceless!
I'm off to fix the other password problems but wanted to post this so you know this kid's alright!
Our garden artichokes are coming on strong. A mere few days ago the buds were so tiny it seemed that it would take weeks for them to get to cutting size, but now we have so many on the verge of ready-to-pick that I don't know how we're going to keep up with them. Eat artichokes every night, I suspect.
This post is really a test to see if I can post to this blog and my cooking blog. Since the recent change of Blogger to Google, not only can I NOT access my blogs through Chrome, I cannot access three of my 4 Gmail accounts. I have emailed, pleaded, begged, and gone around in circles on the Internet trying to solve the problems to no avail. It's very frustrating and maddening (I have a bruise on the side of my hand from slamming it down on my desk, to prove it.)
I finally tried access using Internet Explorer, which, to my knowledge, is not owned by Google, and here I am. Keep fingers crossed for me.
I have decided not to put up more photos of goat destruction. There are simply too many lovely flowers and shrubs blooming now to revisit the few that were eaten. Besides, the neighbors have contained the goat in a pasture from where he cannot escape and all is well in the 'hood.
Mr. CC and I were away for a week and, what with the longer days, much rain, a little sunshine here and there, my garden was in full bloom when we returned.
These are the iris that bloomed in our absence, wet from a morning shower. Sweet.
I have been looking and looking for the quintessential image of spring in my garden. And while there are many flowers (I'll tell you about the goat in a minute), and many lovely green leaves on the trees and shrubs, and even blue skies, which are sadly not filled with Swallows yet, not one of my photos actually shouted Use Me!
Then this lovely African violet, sitting near the breakfast table in east light, began to bloom, with her spun sugar-like petals and soft spring-pink blush. This is the one who shouted out loud - demurely, of course...
And spring it is, in all her glory on Raven Ridge. If it weren't for the marauding goat.
This goat is one of many that live on the property next to us. I have no problem with goats. What I have a problem with is the owner of the goat who lets it wander - up the road and into my yard.
On its way around my garden this past week, it ate the new growth and buds off of several roses, completely consumed my blooming and about to bloom tulips (it came back the next day or several to finish that job), ate the tops off of the tiger lilies that were just setting buds (came back again and nibbled on the stalks), tasted and found lacking some sparaxis leaves, ate a few Douglas iris leaves (came back again to finish that job), and then left. Mr CC only saw him one time and chased him off and down the road. But the goat came back.
Over the years, I have asked the property owner to keep her goats penned; that they have been wreaking havoc in my yard. She will comply and all will be well for a while, sometimes for several years. Then it starts all over again. This particular goat is a sweetheart and will compliantly scoot away when told. Too bad the owner can't be as compliant.
After the deep freeze of early December, followed by a mild and sunny January, February has begun its watch with rain. Rain, rain and more rain. Rain that is much needed to parched California. And along with this shift in weather pattern, peeking from the brown and dried vestiges of last summer's flowers, come my adorable, always surprising, 6-inch tall mini irises.