Thursday

That's it. I'm Moving Out.

Dear Friends and Blogspot:

It has come to my attention that Blogspot has been a bit irresponsible. My post about Mother's day AND several pictures that I have posted over the past few weeks are gone. Kaput. Finito. Lost in space. You get the picture.

Therefore, I'm moving. I will not stand for this type of injustice any longer. My new home is: http://sunnydaystone.wordpress.com

Come say hi. And please wipe your feet before you come in - I have new carpet.

Project 24

Ever grab your cheap, five setting digital camera and run around taking pictures like you were the world's long lost top celebrity photographer?

No?

Ok, well I have.  And now, I get to post the poorly-shot-but-nicely-edited photos on a  group Facebook page specifically created to house Project 24. 

What is this Facebook phenomenon, you ask?  Good question, my friends.

If any of you have children or at least remember what it was like to be a child, you know the joy of opening a brand new box of crayons.  The smell of wax and paper wrappers, the sight of un-scribbled crayon tips, and most of all.... the array of colors, just waiting to burst out of the cardboard crypt and be the subject of something creative and magical.  One undeniable truth of the world:  crayons are awesome.

So we have decided to create art with crayons..... without coloring with them.  

White.  I just painted the trim outside - what can I say... I'm proud of myself. I wanted something really simple for white and I love taking close up pics of the crayons! They are the stars of the show!
This week's color was white.  Not my favorite picture, either, but it is acceptable.  Next.

Blue Green.  I've been looking all week for something and these feathers have been sitting in front me the whole time!!  No editing - this came straight off my memory card. 
Blue-Green was week 3 in Project 24, and these feathers are at least eight years old. They have been part of a centerpiece that has been on my mantle, on the counter, and now they are on our media tower in a vase.  Only a few have been chewed on by the cats. 

The project will last for 24 weeks - one color each week.  Crayon in or out of picture is artist's choice, but each pic must be the color of the week.  

Violet.  Out of the (seems like) hundreds of Columbines I planted last year, this is the only one that bloomed this year. At least it matches the crayon.
See, the idea behind the pictures is to photograph an object that is the same color as the crayon of the week.  A different member of the group picks a new color out of a 24-count box of Crayola on Sunday, and we have all week to create our best paparazzi poses with the crayons. 
Yellow.  I bought this garden hose because it was yellow - I wanted something bright in the garden even in the winter time.
While this photo did involve a bit of enhancement, it's proof that my cheap, little, red point-and-shoot won't let me down too often.  It was for week 1, but I came onto the project a little late, so yellow and purple were both in the same week.  It's my favorite. 

I will continue to post my photographs as they are taken and posted to the project here, considering not all of my fans have access to Facebook yet.  Amazing, I know. 

Monday

Farmer's Fable and Bin Laden

When I heard the news of the death of Islamic bastard, Osama Bin Laden, the only thing I could think of is this:

The Farmer's Fable


A poor farmer had only one horse and one son.  One day, his horse ran away.

All the neighbors came by saying, “I'm so sorry. This is such bad news. You must be so upset.”   The man just nodded and said, “We'll see.”

A few days later, his horse came back with twenty wild horses.  The man and his son corraled all 21 horses.

All the neighbors came by saying, “Congratulations! This is such good news. You must be so happy!”   The man just nodded and said, “We'll see.”


One day, one of the wild horses kicked the man's only son, breaking both his legs.

All the neighbors came by saying, “I'm so sorry. This is such bad news. You must be so upset.”   The man just nodded and said, “We'll see.”

A few months later, the country went to war, and every able-bodied young man was drafted to fight. The war was terrible and killed every young man, but the farmer's son was spared, since his broken legs prevented him from being drafted.

All the neighbors came by saying, “Congratulations! This is such good news. You must be so happy!”   The man just nodded and said, “We'll see.”


Is justice really served?  I think so - but we'll see. 

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