Weekly Photo Challenge: Saturated

When I read the weekly challenge, I pictured in my mind’s eye may deep rich colors. But when the challenger suggested even B&W could be saturated, I immediately thought of this image. The flower was a deep crimson color and I was unsure how it would turn out black and white. To say I was pleasantly surprised is an understatement. This image hangs in my living room.

This was a deep crimson flower, not one you would think would look good in black and white, but when I converted it, I found I loved the lack of color better. Without the distraction of color, you can see the flower for all its hidden beauty.

This was a deep crimson flower, not one you would think would look good in black and white, but when I converted it, I found I loved the lack of color better. Without the distraction of color, you can see the flower for all its hidden beauty.

New Yard Guests

For the past two weeks, I have had the most unlikely of “yard” guests – two beautiful peafowls.

My yard guests

My yard guests

They arrived early one morning last week with a flock of wild turkeys, and they were a bit skiddish. As I went in to retrieve my camera, they were already making their way back to the creek. I whistled the call of the peacock, but even that did not entice them to stay. (yes, I can whistle like a peacock, a trick I learned while growing up next to a farmer who raised the noisy birds).

Bird on The Run! The first morning they were having none of my attempts at photographing them.

Bird on The Run! The first morning they were having none of my attempts at photographing them.

The Turks who brought the ladies with them.

The Turks who brought the ladies with them.

The next day, the turkeys, and subsequently, the peafowls returned. This time they were a little more curious and I was able to shoot some fleeting shots of them.

They were missing for a day or two but returned – without the turks – and decided to poke around in my compost pile. I offered them many tidbits to sample and although they checked out the tomatoes and other morsels, they liked the bread the best.

Isn't she pretty?

Isn’t she pretty?

Although the girls aren't as flashy as their male counterparts, they still wear their colors beautifully.

Although the girls aren’t as flashy as their male counterparts, they still wear their colors beautifully.

Getting braver; on my driveway.

Getting braver; on my driveway.

So naturally, I made a trip to the feed store and bought some wild bird food (why not kill two birds – so to speak – with one stone). They were not impressed and preferred the bread.

Just checking out the bugs!

Just checking out the bugs!

The next day after buying the food, you got it, NO SHOW. I was very sad because although they are making a big mess on my front porch, I enjoyed seeing them everyday.

This morning, when I got up, guess who was peeking in my glass door waiting for something to eat? Yes, my girls are back.

Let Me IN! Their favorite spot now is on my front porch looking into my house.

Let Me IN! Their favorite spot now is on my front porch looking into my house.

Nosy Girl

Nosy Girl

I don’t know how long they will stay, but for now, I will enjoy them.

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On Their way to my flower garden.

On Their way to my flower garden.

I don't have many flowers, but I think they like to eat them. :-(   At least that was what my research turned up -along with just about anything, so I guess I don't need to worry about what they will eat.

I don’t have many flowers, but I think they like to eat them. 😦 At least that was what my research turned up -along with just about anything, so I guess I don’t need to worry about what they will eat.

I think I should name them; or do you think its too early? One is more timid than the other. Any suggestions?

I think I should name them; or do you think its too early? One is more timid than the other. Any suggestions?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside

I would love to know what exactly goes on INSIDE the head of my second grandson.

Mac is happiest when he is building something, like this tower almost to the ceiling.

Mac is happiest when he is building something, like this tower almost to the ceiling, which he built today.

MacKenzie is now ten years old and his mind is an enigma. You see, Mac was finally diagnosed with Pragmatic Language Disorder when he was eight, but he (and his family) struggled to know what was going on in his head since he was a baby. It is a form of sensory dysfunction on the autism spectrum. In short, his brain – although very active, creative and intelligent – doesn’t work like everyone elses.

Mac can't always get out what's going on in his mind and that is very frustrating to him. He also doesn't always take in what's on the outside easily. But when he does get it out, it is always amazing!

Mac can’t always get out what’s going on in his mind and that can be very frustrating to him. He also doesn’t always take in what’s on the outside easily. But when he does get it out, it is always amazing!

And although, this has been very difficult for him, I would have him no other way. You see, Mac-A-Roni (one my nick-name for him) looks at the world much differently than most kids his age. Where a large group of ten year-old’s are already trying to grow up too fast or getting into trouble, Mac is still in touch with his inner creative child.

To you and me, it is just a ball; to Mac it becomes a helmet, hair, spikes . . .

To you and me, it is just a ball; to Mac it becomes a helmet, hair, spikes . . .

He occasionally builds "something normal" out of his Legos and Bionicles.

He occasionally builds “something normal” out of his Legos and Bionicles.

Whether it is Legos, blocks, found objects, cardboard boxes, trash and/or duct tape, Mac can build something amazing out of it. He can see the possibility in anything – not what it is, but what it has the potential to be!

If you value your duct, packing, masking, or scotch tape, you better keep it hidden (any thing sticky for that matter) Because Mac will confiscate it and create something with it!

If you value your duct, packing, masking, or scotch tape, you better keep it hidden (any thing sticky for that matter), because Mac will confiscate it and create something with it!

It is true that he doesn’t always mesh with other kids his age, and organized child’s sports can often bring about a “meltdown,” because his mind cannot comprehend always why someone hit him with a ball, but he can melt your heart with a single Kola Bear Hug in a heart-beat!

When he was little, Mac used to jump up in my arms and wrap his long, skinny arms and legs around me like a kola bear and hang of for a great hug. Now, I have to settle for "normal" hugs like the one he gives his sister, Isabelle.

When he was little, Mac used to jump up in my arms and wrap his long, skinny arms and legs around me like a kola bear and hang on for a great big hug. Now, I have to settle for “normal” hugs like the one he gives his sister, Isabelle.

It always breaks my heart when someone “judges” him unkindly as being a bad kid or trouble just because they don’t take the time to get to know him of discover the issues he has to deal with on any given day. And although he can say things that aren’t always appropriate, he knows right from wrong and the only person he has ever hurt has been himself. (often Pragmatics will harm themselves out of frustration). I know – because of the lessons I’ve learned from my Macky Mac –  that I am not so quick to think poorly of a disruptive child.

When Mac is having trouble with crowds and noises, he has learned to "remove" himself from the uncomfortable stimuli until he is feeling better.

When Mac is having trouble with crowds and noises, he has learned to “remove” himself from the uncomfortable stimuli until he is feeling better.

We each march to the beat of a different drummer, and Mac’s drummer is beating a wicked riff! But, I would still like to climb INSIDE his genius little brain – at least, once . I couldn’t handle anything longer, because I’m not as strong as he is.

a different angle of the tower he built today. He loves it when I photo journal his creations.

a different angle of the tower he built today. He loves it when I photo journal his creations.

Parting Shots of my Mac!

I always have time to take pictures of all of his creations –  sometimes, multiple times!

another nick-name is Monkey Mac, you can see why as he dangles from a tree.

Another nick-name is Monkey Mac; you can see why as he dangles from a tree in my backyard.

He would make an entire suit of armor if he had enough Legos!

He would make an entire suit of armor if he had enough Legos!

Mac is a loyal friend, but his friends (like his cousin, Owen) know that he has bad moments and its best to leave him alone until he can work through them.

Mac is a loyal friend, but his friends (like his cousin, Owen) know that he has bad moments and its best to leave him alone until he can work through them.

Found objects can be a source of hours of fun!

Found objects can be a source of hours of fun!

On my soapbox about clothes shopping

From Livonne

Livonne

My son gets married in 9 days.  I’m thrilled to bits and can’t wait to see him marry the love of his life.  I had huge plans that I was going to lose some weight and look stunning on the day.  Well, the best laid plans of mice and men… you know how it goes.  So, I need to buy an outfit that covers my lumpy bits and still looks nice.  THAT is where my trouble started.

It shouldn’t be quite so difficult to buy an outfit suitable for a mother of the groom.  I’m certainly a bigger girl but I’m not Gilbert Grape’s mother.  For some strange reason, the buyers in shops seem to think that bigger women should dress in sacks and not be seen.  Of course, the younger shops that cater for bigger girls, provide stunning dresses that are strapless and armless.  Not really suitable for those…

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Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sea

I live in landlocked Oklahoma, snap dab in the middle of the United States. I have only been to the sea a couple of times as an adult (I spent my first three years in Libya and the next four years in Alaska and I’m sure I saw the sea, I just don’t recall it and certainly didn’t take any photographs). And without fail, every time I have been to the sea, it has been rainy, cold and cloudy! Because of the drab weather, I didn’t take many photos as I did not want to get my camera wet!

These are a couple I took on a cruise my youngest daughter, Micah, treated us to a couple years back! In spite of the weather, it was a great time!

Journey’s End

I have posted a couple of times about the sweet little boy in my community that has been battling cancer for the past year. In spite of everything the doctors tried and the multitude of prayers, sevent year-old Trey Freeman went home to heaven this morning.

Trey Freeman at age seven.

Trey Freeman at age six.

It is with tremendous sadness that I post this as I was clinging to hope of a miracle. I guess Jesus wanted Trey to come live with Him now. His earthly daddy posted this simple comment this morning to let the thousands of people who have been following his journey know of his passing.

Jeremy Freeman
Because Trey accepted Christ, he has now overcome sickness and death and is with Jesus!

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