Every Halloween, I try to get a selfie of me with one of my witch hats (yes, I have more than one). It allows me to stretch my photographic creativity a bit, and to hone my makeup skills.
Ready for a night on the town
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I don’t know how I missed this the first time, but I was a woman with a mission hiking up to Delicate Arch in Arches National Park, Utah. Coming down from the arch, though, I was much, much slower , and I happened to look over and see this hilarious setup: someone had taken the nearby rocks and created a recliner chair, complete with foot stool, a “glass” on one chair arm and a “tv remote” on the other chair arm. I decided I needed to try it out. I believe I like the modern recliner much better than the Stone Age recliner
I’d planned on posting this a little closer to Easter, except that I’m going to be on vacation over Easter (woo hoo!).
I’m a pretty secular soul, so in this post, it’s going to be all about the Easter egg hunt. These photos were taken back in 2009, when my great niece was two. I can’t remember the last time I took part in hiding Easter eggs filled with candy, and it was great fun to watch “Gammy” and “Cho” hide the eggs for one very excited little girl. As most of you probably already know, the hunt is fun, but it’s really all about the candy in the eggs
Hiding on the fence.
Hiding on the bubble machine (please note how nicely color-coordinated the egg is to the bubble machine)
Hiding underneath the Harley Skull.
Sometimes, hiding a little too high (what on earth was the Easter Bunny thinking??)
Aha! Found that egg!
Lookit all the loot!!
I finished reading one of the photo blogs I follow titled “In The Pink”. My immediate thought was to create a short post titled “In The Pink…..I Don’t Think”. Or maybe “In The Pink….Not Really”. In the end, I came up with the original title you see here.
For the past two weeks, I have been down and out for the count with a nasty little bug that started with three days of scratchy throat, followed by what felt like a full-blown cold, followed by a return of the sore throat, altered hearing, and completely no sense of taste except for differentiation between sweet, sour, and salty. If you blindfolded me and then fed me a piece of chicken, it would be the same as if you were feeding me a piece of alligator….or ostrich….or tofu….well, OK, I would figure that one out just from the mouth-feel.
Anyway, I’ve not been up to par, but I am incrementally improving, which is a good thing since I will be on a plane to Washington State next week, visiting Seattle, Mt. Rainier, the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival, and celebrating my and my brother-in-law’s birthdays in eastern Washington.
I like to try and post something once a week, and this was pretty much all I could come up with. Dad took this shot of me when I was, oh, maybe two or three years old, zonked out on the swing set in our postage-stamp back yard in Montana. I’ve been in a state of “zonked-outedness” now for two weeks and am ready to wake up…..but, well, not tonight; I’ve taken my Nyquil (which still tastes bad even when I don’t have any taste buds).
Hope all of you out there are in a better frame of health.