What is so interesting about this yellow stuff anyway?

So, yesterday I was out on a walk with Darling Dog and as we rounded our first corner I was taken aback by the downpour of yellow leaves that had fallen from the trees overnight. I knelt down, crouching to get the right angle for the shot *snap* when all of a sudden....



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Darling Dog didn't seem to be as interested in the bushes as what the heck I was doing on the bed of leaves in the middle of the street.

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"Mom, what do you think this is?"

To which I replied, "This ain't no disco...this ain't no country club either...this is L.....A....."
And did a little dance.

I am definitely out of place here in Washington, but I am certainly still honeymooning with the seasons. *sniffs leaves*

Friday's Sundown Smatterings

I hope everyone had a very, merry Thanksgiving and is gearing up for a Christmas season full of cheer, gratitude, and sharing of the spirit of this blessed holly-day. I was talking with a dear friend of mine last week about the dream of having all the money in the world to over-gift for friends and loved ones. I so often stumble across things for sale, here there and everywhere suitable for my mom, or a co-worker, etc. and have to keep my wallet in check. How nice would it be to be able to SPLURGE this Christmas and buy EVERYONE in your life exactly what you would if there were no limit to your bank account?

I would buy my dad this watch because he already has the best sunglasses around.
My mom would be forced to accept this so she could make her own flax seed crackers and these so she would look dazzling while doing so.
Numbers Man would get this BMW. He's been wanting a new car/SUV.

And I? I would be so blissfully reeling with excitement over their gifts, I don't think I could think of giving anything to myself. Although, *cough*, this might find a place in one of my shopping bags. Haha...

Those wise men were wise indeed to bring presents to little, baby Jesus. I love shopping for Christmas presents...it's like a charitable sporting activity. Who else get's excited about Toys for Tots toy drives? I have no children of my own (yet) so I jump at the opportunity to pick out a doll for a very special someone.

xoxo C

A different shade of blue

Sometimes I feel self-concious about taking pictures of man-made things such as buildings or street signs or chairs because the photos can be easily construed as cloyingly artsy. But I just can't get enough of these apartments next to ours which are alternating colors of blue/grey & yellow. Against a blue sky, they are a striking skyline.

Red Buttons

Like cardinal buttons

The colorful snaps

Peek out between

Crossed sticks, palest green.

Gemmed reflectors

Searching for cloudlight:

Twinkling through

The drops of new-

Dew or faerie mists of

Mid-November haze.

Forgiveness of Quality

Please forgive the image quality; I took it with my iphone from a moving car. Even when I don't bring my camera with me out in to the world, I end up taking photos with my phone for posterity's sake. The argument made by Numbers Man is that I could easily find photos of what I am taking pictures of online with someone who has used a real camera and was likely doing the picture taking in a professional capacity. My rebuttal, "But I wasn't there when it was taken!"

I know a lot of people tend to take pictures with freinds and family populating theri photographs, but for me it is just as nostalgic and memborable without (not that I don't love all my peeps).




*Entrance to a field in the University District in Downtown Seattle

All Eyes on Me

This cat lives in the apartment building next to mine and she peers out the window at the world close to 24 hours a day. Which isn't all that un-cat-like save for the fact that she has two other kitty siblings that live with her. It is rarest of rare that I ever see them in any of the windows, but when I do, they are sandwiched on either side of her in the bedroom window. Yes, neighbors...I pay way too much attention, but I swear I'm no peeping Tom(asina).

I think kitty's mum leaves the chair you see behind her close enough to the window for her to jump on the sill. What a sweet lady!

Hush Little Baby, Don't Say a Word...

I said "Pardon me" me to this statue as my darling dog ran around it. Sort of like when one bumps into a chair and exclaims, "I'm sorry" or knocks the table with a mug and says "Ouch." No sense at all.

Scrumptious Day

Today is turning out to be a beautiful one; there is not a cloud in the sky and the colors of the world seem bright as can be. Darling dog is running back and forth between the window and the sliding glass door here in the living room, whining about passers by and falling leaves.



"The rocks wore vines of crimson, and goldenrod was full of bees and yellow butterflies. Gnarled roots bore little creeping tufts of squawberry with bright, red berries dotting thick between. But Courtland passed on and saw it not."

~ The Witness by Grace Livingston Hill

Puddy Tat

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by and by when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
And all that he learned, he learned from her,
"I'll ask my mother," says Pinkle Purr.

~From Pinkle Purr by A.A. Milne

Two Hearts

Exodus 35: 34-35
And he hath put in his heart that he may teach, both he, and Aholiab, the son of Ahisamach, of the tribe of Dan. Them hath he filled with wisdom of heart, to work all manner of work, of the engraver, and of the cunning workman, and of the embroiderer, in blue, and in purple, in scarlet, and in fine linen, and of the weaver, even of them that do any work, and of those that devise cunning work.

Under the White Light

When the world around me is occupied by shades of muted greyish blue, matte jade, and wrinkled ochre I long for brevity of stark white, crisp in its spartan fashion, enslaved to reflection and illumination of those demure and daily lies we tell to put on a good face.

"I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud,
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on..."