Showing posts with label Janie's Photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Janie's Photos. Show all posts
April 28, 2011
February 25, 2011
Fridays Poetry: Congrats to the wild magnolia!
Congratulations to the wild magnolia on her winning contribution!
sometimes life
is cold as ice
dark and filled
with shadows
light a candle
the sun will
soon return~
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for more wonderful photography.
sometimes life
is cold as ice
dark and filled
with shadows
light a candle
the sun will
soon return~
Visit The Picture as Janie Sees Itfor more wonderful photography.
February 4, 2011
December 23, 2010
November 30, 2010
November 5, 2010
October 26, 2010
Mondays Meme: Featured Post Winner
Thank you, septembermom, for your nostalgic and delicious contribution! :)
I remember how my parents would rave about having breakfast at a diner. They didn't need a fancy five star restaurant to impress them. Good old eggs and bacon would put huge smiles on their faces. Easy conversation and old jokes seemed to pass the time easily during those family breakfasts at an old diner down the block. That joy for breakfast is a memory I will keep with me always. Simply delicious and satisfying is probably how my Dad would have described his eggs and bacon.
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I remember how my parents would rave about having breakfast at a diner. They didn't need a fancy five star restaurant to impress them. Good old eggs and bacon would put huge smiles on their faces. Easy conversation and old jokes seemed to pass the time easily during those family breakfasts at an old diner down the block. That joy for breakfast is a memory I will keep with me always. Simply delicious and satisfying is probably how my Dad would have described his eggs and bacon.
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September 28, 2010
September 10, 2010
August 10, 2010
Tuesdays Tale: Featured Post Winner
Thank you, septembermom, for your contribution!
She happened upon this little treasure when gardening. The eggs seemed to glow in that early morning sunshine. More reflective than usual, she felt the tears begin to fall and couldn't resume her ordinary task. Thinking of her son away at college, she missed having this chance to go back in time and share this discovery with him.
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She happened upon this little treasure when gardening. The eggs seemed to glow in that early morning sunshine. More reflective than usual, she felt the tears begin to fall and couldn't resume her ordinary task. Thinking of her son away at college, she missed having this chance to go back in time and share this discovery with him.
See more of Janie's photos!
June 2, 2010
Wednesdays Ten: Featured Post Winner
April 27, 2010
Tuesdays Tale
Congrats to Whitney for her winning contribution this week. Beautiful entries, guys! This one was a toughy. :)
The little girl sits on a dusty wooden workbench. There is no breeze in the barn, but even despite the scorching Texas summer weather, she doesn't mind. She brushes away a mosquito and kicks her knobby-kneed legs in the air beneath the bench in rhythm.
"Daddy, why'd you decide to build this boat?" Her father, lightly coated with sawdust from the circular saw he used earlier and dripping sweat, stops measuring and looks up. He is standing in the middle of a small, nearly-finished hull of what will someday be a two-or-three-man sailboat. Its lines are unfinished but artfully crafted. He sits on the edge and pats the space next to him - the blonde child climbs up beside him.
He tells her that when he was her age (quite small), his daddy helped him make a toy sailboat to play with during the hot, hot summers. How he spent hours cruising the nefarious "seas" with the Lady McQuay, named after the brand on the wax paper sail it bore (the packaging to the most reliable piston rings on the market, according to his daddy). The memory of working with his father to build the tiny boat stuck with him his whole life - and when he was "all growed up," he decided to make a life-size one himself.
The little girl thinks for a minute. She looks outside the barn door and sees the big treehouse her daddy built in the tree outside the summer before, next to the swing he hung from impossibly high branches the year before. She glances over at the raised flowerbed they built a few months ago, when he let her pick out the flowers to plant all by herself. She feels her eyes fill with tears a little, but she is just a little too young to really understand why.
She hugs her father tightly, pats the boat reverently. "It's a very pretty boat, daddy. I wish I could have seen the first one."
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The little girl sits on a dusty wooden workbench. There is no breeze in the barn, but even despite the scorching Texas summer weather, she doesn't mind. She brushes away a mosquito and kicks her knobby-kneed legs in the air beneath the bench in rhythm.
"Daddy, why'd you decide to build this boat?" Her father, lightly coated with sawdust from the circular saw he used earlier and dripping sweat, stops measuring and looks up. He is standing in the middle of a small, nearly-finished hull of what will someday be a two-or-three-man sailboat. Its lines are unfinished but artfully crafted. He sits on the edge and pats the space next to him - the blonde child climbs up beside him.
He tells her that when he was her age (quite small), his daddy helped him make a toy sailboat to play with during the hot, hot summers. How he spent hours cruising the nefarious "seas" with the Lady McQuay, named after the brand on the wax paper sail it bore (the packaging to the most reliable piston rings on the market, according to his daddy). The memory of working with his father to build the tiny boat stuck with him his whole life - and when he was "all growed up," he decided to make a life-size one himself.
The little girl thinks for a minute. She looks outside the barn door and sees the big treehouse her daddy built in the tree outside the summer before, next to the swing he hung from impossibly high branches the year before. She glances over at the raised flowerbed they built a few months ago, when he let her pick out the flowers to plant all by herself. She feels her eyes fill with tears a little, but she is just a little too young to really understand why.
She hugs her father tightly, pats the boat reverently. "It's a very pretty boat, daddy. I wish I could have seen the first one."
See more of Janie's inspiring photos!
March 24, 2010
Wednesdays Ten: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to septembermom on the winning post.
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The striking beauty of a flower triggered a forgotten memory.
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March 4, 2010
Fridays Poetry: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations Dani on your winning contribution!
Lipstick stains
on his crisp button-up
A drop of blood
on her soft tissue
A bright cardinal
sitting on a snowy branch
Shocks of red
on a clean white slate
To remind us there is
great beauty
in the world's imperfections
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Lipstick stains
on his crisp button-up
A drop of blood
on her soft tissue
A bright cardinal
sitting on a snowy branch
Shocks of red
on a clean white slate
To remind us there is
great beauty
in the world's imperfections
Visit Janie to enjoy more of her wonderful photography.
February 16, 2010
Tuesdays Tale: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations Scriptor Senex for your winning contribution! I encourage everyone to read the other entries in the comments. There were wonderful entries this time and it was hard to choose, but Scriptor Senex's writing style really caught my attention. The words really took me back to another time and culture. Thanks!
He was big, he was brave and he was armed with a hefty stick. Abel was not the sort of man to flinch from a fight. Not that he would ever seek one out but he knew he could hold his own if attacked. Even though the hedgerows hid a passel full of robbers in these lawless times it was always Abel who volunteered to go to market on his own so that his brothers could get on with their work. There was so much to be done in these early November days before the ground became too hard too work and the days too short.
This market day he’d set off well before dawn as usual and was well on his way when the mist gradually got thicker and thicker. Abel consoled himself that at least in this weather the thieves and cutpurses would be unlikely to be about. They’d lie abed until middle day before wandering into town to seek their pickings.
So, with naught to fear, he tramped along the muddy lane until a strange noise brought him up dead. An eerie, screeching sound... The mist made it impossible to see the source of the terrible noise. It seemed to come from all directions. It pierced the ears like needles and sent shivers from his toes to his neck. His hair stood on end. Big, brave Abel ran....
He was big, he was brave and he was armed with a hefty stick. Abel was not the sort of man to flinch from a fight. Not that he would ever seek one out but he knew he could hold his own if attacked. Even though the hedgerows hid a passel full of robbers in these lawless times it was always Abel who volunteered to go to market on his own so that his brothers could get on with their work. There was so much to be done in these early November days before the ground became too hard too work and the days too short.
This market day he’d set off well before dawn as usual and was well on his way when the mist gradually got thicker and thicker. Abel consoled himself that at least in this weather the thieves and cutpurses would be unlikely to be about. They’d lie abed until middle day before wandering into town to seek their pickings.
So, with naught to fear, he tramped along the muddy lane until a strange noise brought him up dead. An eerie, screeching sound... The mist made it impossible to see the source of the terrible noise. It seemed to come from all directions. It pierced the ears like needles and sent shivers from his toes to his neck. His hair stood on end. Big, brave Abel ran....
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January 25, 2010
Mondays Meme: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to morganna! Your memories pulled me right in, although I really enjoyed reading all three of the contributions to this beautiful photo.
Growing up in New Mexico, we were sent out to play every afternoon, at least for a while, no matter how hot. The trees were too small for a treehouse, so my dad built one on stilts of 4x4 timbers with a tire swing. Our amusements consisted mainly of digging in the sand, watching for the shadows of insects flying overhead (few and far between, but our neighbors had a flower garden), and getting out the hose to run water in little canals in the shade under the playhouse (we weren't supposed to do this last one, since it wasted water, but we did it anyway).
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Sun beats down, hot afternoon
Sand and an old tire swing near the
Playhouse stilts. Shall we get the hose for mud?
Push me again. Look! A shadow!
It's a butterfly!
Sand and an old tire swing near the
Playhouse stilts. Shall we get the hose for mud?
Push me again. Look! A shadow!
It's a butterfly!
Growing up in New Mexico, we were sent out to play every afternoon, at least for a while, no matter how hot. The trees were too small for a treehouse, so my dad built one on stilts of 4x4 timbers with a tire swing. Our amusements consisted mainly of digging in the sand, watching for the shadows of insects flying overhead (few and far between, but our neighbors had a flower garden), and getting out the hose to run water in little canals in the shade under the playhouse (we weren't supposed to do this last one, since it wasted water, but we did it anyway).
Visit Janie to see more beautiful photos.January 11, 2010
Monday Meme: Featured Post Winner
Sarah, your heartfelt memories have made this sunflower shine even brighter:
After my divorce twelve years back...I went from being very well off to being very poor. At one point we lived in a carriage house of an older home. It was tiny but safe and warm. We didn't have much those couple of years. What we did carve out of our tiny yard was a 5' x 8' garden. Only a couple of things came up there..cherry tomatoes, basil and huge sunflowers..tons of all three. Not only did it smell heavenly..the sunflowers brightened our day every time we walked out our door. The kids adored them and they brought the birds in the winter.
Faithfully popping back up each spring!!
Sometimes the smallest things make hard times a bit easier to live with. They are to this day one of my favorite flowers.
December 18, 2009
Fridays Poetry: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to DawnTreader for her winning contribution:
Roof over your head
A portion of daily bread
What more do you need?
Well maybe a friend or two
to share the table with you.
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Roof over your head
A portion of daily bread
What more do you need?
Well maybe a friend or two
to share the table with you.
Visit Janie to see more of her inspiring photos.
November 19, 2009
Thursdays The: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to septembermom on her winning post.
The look on my son's face told me what I needed to know. He saw something in that quick glance of the graceful deer who stopped in front of us for a moment. His eyes brightened and a soft smile lit up his face. My little boy had a rough, emotional week. We weren't sure why he was upset. All we do know now is that a quick encounter with a beautiful deer seemed to bring back the wonder to our little boy. Off she sprang into the brush without noticing that a little boy waved goodbye.
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The look on my son's face told me what I needed to know. He saw something in that quick glance of the graceful deer who stopped in front of us for a moment. His eyes brightened and a soft smile lit up his face. My little boy had a rough, emotional week. We weren't sure why he was upset. All we do know now is that a quick encounter with a beautiful deer seemed to bring back the wonder to our little boy. Off she sprang into the brush without noticing that a little boy waved goodbye.
View more of Janie's pictures.
November 17, 2009
Tuesdays Tale: Featured Post Winner
Congrats to JarieLyn for her winning contribution. This week was very hard for me to choose a winner. But JarieLyn's writing had me at the edge of my seat and I wish I could read more!
"Cheryl and Jennifer had been wandering around the fair all day long, flirting with boys, trying their luck at winning stuffed animals, taking pictures in the photo booth, looking at exhibits, and eating food at various vendor booths. Day was turning into night and they decided to give their aching feet a break by riding the ferris wheel.
The ride attendant commented how lucky he was to have such two gorgeous girls on his ferris wheel.
The girl's were a little creeped out by him. After all, he must have been in his 30's. He had long scraggly hair and sported a goatee. His arms were bony and tatooed.
Once the girl's settled into their car, the ride rotated them up until all cars were filled with riders. Round and round the wheel went in steady motion for a period of time. Then the wheel gradually slowed, and eventually stopped to let the riders off. One by one, down, down, down, and off the people went until finally no one was left except the two girls.
But the wheel didn't stop. Up and around they went again, and again. Panic rising, they shouted at the attendant to stop and let them off. The attendant said he wasn't letting them off until they agreed to go out with him. The girls, thinking it was a joke didn't say anything. Up and around again and again, each time going faster than the last, fear settling in.
The girls watched as the attendant walked away and left them going round and round. Feet dangling, fear rising, the girls screamed and shouted, tears beginning to form."
The ride attendant commented how lucky he was to have such two gorgeous girls on his ferris wheel.
The girl's were a little creeped out by him. After all, he must have been in his 30's. He had long scraggly hair and sported a goatee. His arms were bony and tatooed.
Once the girl's settled into their car, the ride rotated them up until all cars were filled with riders. Round and round the wheel went in steady motion for a period of time. Then the wheel gradually slowed, and eventually stopped to let the riders off. One by one, down, down, down, and off the people went until finally no one was left except the two girls.
But the wheel didn't stop. Up and around they went again, and again. Panic rising, they shouted at the attendant to stop and let them off. The attendant said he wasn't letting them off until they agreed to go out with him. The girls, thinking it was a joke didn't say anything. Up and around again and again, each time going faster than the last, fear settling in.
The girls watched as the attendant walked away and left them going round and round. Feet dangling, fear rising, the girls screamed and shouted, tears beginning to form."
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