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Archive for February, 2014
It was a brief weekend respite from the brutal winter, and I HAD to get outside, despite not feeling well. Was surprised to see this dried hydrangea had survived snow storm after snow storm. Fragile looking, but resilient.
Today, back to reality and 30 degrees…colder temps to come and snow again on Wednesday…at least we got a break. 🙂
The topic of this week’s photo challenge is Three. This can be interpreted by using three photos to show three different perspectives of the same subject or by taking three related items.
As I pondered how I would interpret the challenge, I went into my cramped little bedroom to my computer and saw a couple of contented cats. (Forgive the unattractive humidifier…I have been sick and I thought if I tried to move it out of the way before taking the photo, I might disturb the cats.)
I then took a close-up of each cat in their chosen sleeping place. Aimee chose the cushy spot.
Zoee chose the office chair for her nap. (The ultimate in human catering to cat, I am kneeling on the floor at my computer as I post this so I don’t kick Zoee off the chair!)
The Weekly Photo Challenge topic this week is Treasure. Because I have been blogging for a while, I have already photographed and described many of my “treasures” in different contexts. I tried to come up with a couple of new ones.
The “coffee table” was my mother’s toy box, made by her father, when she was a child. But here’s a close-up I took today of what is on my coffee table.
It is a little memorial to my beloved cat, Simone, which includes her copper urn and a photo book with pictures of her over the years. They sit on a ceramic tray handmade by a stranger that I found in an antique store on a trip to Keene, NH. Under the tray is an old handmade doll quilt I got at an antique store on Cape Cod. Taken as a whole, my coffee table is truly the centerpiece of my living room.
This little treasure sits on another table.
My father’s stepfather (the only grandfather I ever knew) had an entrepreneurial spirit and tried many businesses. One of them was making and painting ceramics; he and my father were going to do it together, but my grandfather died before they could get things up and running. When we cleaned out my grandparents’ house, the cellar was full of ceramic molds and unpainted ceramics, which we ended up giving away to a camp for kids. But there were a few painted ones, finished but never sold, mostly painted by my father. I see the flaws in the painting and glazing of this leaf dish, but I love it anyway, because my father’s initials are on the back…it was likely one of his early attempts. My mother has one with much neater and richer coloring –the purple color is not blotchy and pale –but I treasure this one just the same.
Last but not least, this was a quilt I used in my doll’s crib when I was a child. Until recently I thought my mother had made it for me, and I treasured it accordingly. But in a recent conversation with my mother, I learned the true story of this treasure…it was made by my great-grandmother! I never knew that my mother had used it and passed it on to me, so it is quite old. I use it as a bureau scarf in my bedroom.
The past is a guidepost,
Not a hitching post.
L. Thomas Holdcroft