you are judging me I recognize that look from when I’m judging you
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Face
That Look
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Author Archives: Maggie C
Chiseled Features
Art comes in many media and creative techniques. These three faces were carved from logs with chain saws, with final touches added by chisel.
The first two represent lumberjacks. And the third is none other than Sasquatch (Big Foot) himself.
These large carvings are on display at Camp 18 Logging Museum in Elsie, Oregon. Photos showing a more distant view of the lumberjacks can be seen in this post on my sister blog, “What Rhymes with Stanza?”
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Face
Stocking Up
thoughts for a penny such a bargain for wisdom give me all you’ve got
Wordless Wednesday 5/11/16
Wordless Wednesday (Week 19)
Chance Encounter
We met one morning, you and I.
You stood stock-still and watched me
with fear, I think.
Curious, I stood-stock still
so as not to scare you away.
Had you been older
(and less enchanting),
our encounter might have gone
quite differently.
If you felt cornered
you’d bare your teeth,
and hiss a warning
for me to stay away.
You may have tried the ploy
of playing possum,
flat on your side, stiff and unmoving,
eyes closed in mock death.
I might have poked you with a stick,
testing your resolve to continue
this risky gambit.
It would be a long stick and a soft poke,
lest you chose to resurrect.
But as it was, we simply met,
assessed our respective threats,
and finding none, we parted ways.
Should we meet again,
I’ll hold no kind sentiment.
You will sense no familiarity.
Despite our chance encounter,
your innocence and my curiosity,
we are not – and never shall be –
kindred souls.
Discover Challenge: Chance Encounter
Puzzling
it's a puzzle how the picture comes together one piece at a time
The Daily Post One-Word Prompt: Chaos
Mom’s the Word
The two beauties who let me be their mom. Okay, so they didn’t really have a choice.
Ah, Mother’s Day. Candy, flowers, attentive husbands who suddenly feel compelled to tackle their “honey-do” lists. Overflowing brunch crowds at restaurants. Excited children who think every day is mother’s day, or who don’t understand the concept at all but are still thrilled at eating out for breakfast and getting servings from Mom’s chocolates.
In reality, relationships with one’s mother are much more complex and complicated than the Hallmark-fueled spin would have us believe. As with any role we take on in life, we have our strengths and our short-comings. There: that’s my disclaimer. But this is a day for celebrating the good.
Yup! The one smoking the cigar…that’s my mom, pre-motherhood.
I absolutely loved parenting and watching my daughters grow into the wonderful women they are today. (The chocolates and flowers were a great perk, too.) While I’m no longer needed to shepherd them on a daily basis, I now have the privilege of sharing in their adult lives.
And now, I am a grandmother (or Oma, in a nod to our German connections). I get to watch my daughter as she grows into motherhood with her toddler and infant. Spit-up spattered tops, sleepless nights, the “I don’t want to” tantrums from her two-year old… Definitely a challenge, but she’ll look back on these days with the tender warmth that comes with time. And memory loss.
My mother passed away last year. As I said before, complicated. On the plus side, she instilled in me morals: a sense of right and wrong; fairness, responsibility, support of one’s family, a strong work ethic… And love.
It seems strange – and incomplete – not to have that matriarchal link, that further generational layer in the succession of motherhood. And it’s a bit scary to think that now I’m the matriarch of this lineage. For better or worse.
I don’t have any pithy revelations to impart about motherhood. And I’ll spare us all the mushy sentiments. But I’ve got some hecka good chocolate to consume, thanks to my loving daughter. And we all know that’s the bottom line, right?
Happy Mother’s Day to all!
Weekend Coffee Share 5/7/16
If we were having coffee, I’d warn you to rescue your cup before my photo-bombing Eskie got ahold of it. I shudder to imagine what Chules would be like if he were hyped up on caffeine.
I’d tell you that the weather has been great, and Chules and I have been taking longer walks, getting out to the parks and trails that are so pretty this time of year, with the trees filling out with vibrant green leaves, the wild roses and rhododendrons blooming, and – according to Chules – a plethora of utterly intriguing smells along the paths.
I’d share that my house painting project is moving along at a snail’s pace, but progressing nonetheless. And since there’s no rush, that pace is just fine with me. I seem to have difficulties with being very methodical about the whole thing, so it’s coming together rather piecemeal. But that’s okay, too.
I didn’t paint this morning and instead met with my daughters and grandkids for a nice brunch. While we were watching a very shaggy dog pass by, my youngest daughter commented that my dog Chules looks like a fluffy white ottoman with a cute face and pointy ears. What do you think? Be honest; Chules and I won’t be offended (even though I pretended to be when my daughter made the observation).
I might get out and putter in the yard later today, but I’ll wait for it to cool down some. So we can rest here a bit longer and enjoy the shade as we drink our coffee.
Sit back and put your feet up. Oh! — not there… that’s my dog, not a foot stool. It’s alright. Anyone could have made that mistake. Apparently.
Thank you to Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.
Forgive Us, Mother
Sooner or later, we will have to recognize that the Earth has rights, too, to live without pollution. What mankind must know is that human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans.
~ Evo Morales
… for we have sinned.
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Earth
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