I took this picture today in the woods because I thought this plant was so cool. It’s like the flower has its own little umbrella. I don’t remember ever seeing these before and I have no idea what they’re called.
I’ve never really used filters before because I don’t alter my pictures much beyond cropping them but it was fun to run this through a bunch of filters. Do you have a favorite photo app or filter that you love to use? I’d love to hear about it and check it out.
This is the pizap iPhone app with stunner filter.
Ok so here’s something that terrifies me: sharing my fiction with the public. But I put it on my blog calendar and I’m trying to do more things that scare so here goes nothing! I’d love to hear your thoughts, kind or otherwise, if you feel like commenting and sharing.
Another Shitty Morning
Jack pulls down the visor on the driver’s side of the ancient Volvo station wagon and almost doesn’t recognize the scruffy man looking back at him from the vanity mirror. When had his hair gotten so gray? His beard so bushy? He looks down at the khaki colored bargain basement suit he’s wearing and tries to ignore the wrinkles that he was unable to remove. The fact that he doesn’t own an iron didn’t help that situation. All I need, he thought, is big sunglasses on my head and 20 fewer years on my face and I could pass for Zach Galifianakis in The Hangover. It’s a shame I don’t have his bank account too he thought with a sigh.
The brief silence in his brain allows the fear and hurt in Elizabeth’s voice to slam back into him. He slumps his head on the steering wheel sobbing, overcome by the weight of the emotion. “No daddy I’m not ready!” she wailed as he left. The sound of it is still rattling around in his brain as he fights every impulse in his body to rush back in and grab her and never let her go again. He drops his hands to his sides and imagines weights at the ends of them, holding him fast should his resolve fail.
He breathes deeply and tells himself that she will be just fine as he wipes his eyes on his sleeves hoping – only after it is done – that the wet spots will dry before he walks into the courtroom and not leave marks. He can already imagine her bouncing off the bus this afternoon with a smile on her face and a hug waiting on her arms for him just like yesterday and the day before. But now. What is she doing now? Is she still sobbing? Has she shut down and is she silently resenting him?
And what if all of the pain is for nothing? What if the judge doesn’t see his side? What if Lilah is able to pull it together enough to put on a good show today? What if his last chance to take his daughter to school has ended this way? With both of them in tears.
He looks in the mirror again, hoping his eyes aren’t too red and blows his nose in the white handkerchief that he always carries with him. With a heavy sigh, he starts the Volvo and pulls out of the parking lot hoping that Elizabeth is settled in her class and that the true Lilah will show her face in the courtroom today.
Hubby turned 40 a little while ago. So to celebrate after the kiddos went to bed, he decided to do a stout tasting with some of the beers he has stashed in the
beer cellar basement.
The three stouts that hubby chose to drink were Kentucky Breakfast Stout from Founders Brewing Company, Big Eddy Russian Imperial Stout 2011 by Jacob Leinenkugel Brewing Company, and Old Rasputin Russian imperial stout by North Coast Brewing Company.
Going into this, I was not a fan of the KBS. When I had tasted it in the past, I found it too strong for my taste but the ‘Old Raspy’ was a frequent favorite of mine.
Here are my notes from the evening:
KBS – 11.2% abv – changing my tune on this one. Strong and bourbony but oh so flavorful. Didn’t get the hype at first but compared to the others you can really tell just how much flavor this has.
Leinenkugel – 9.5% but aged – good. More woody with maybe a honey aftertaste? Feels warm even though it came straight from the fridge. Hint of coffee but could we just be drunk by now?
Old raspy – 9% – fabulous stand alone beer. When put up against the KBS, I was surprised that it wasn’t my initial favorite of the bunch. As we continued drinking, I came back around to Old Raspy as my leading favorite.
I am a big fan of beer. As I’ve probably said before, I’ve rarely met a beer that I didn’t like. So for me, a round of stouts was a no brainer. They were all very good and drinkable. I think the KBs and Old Raspy were my favorites with the Leinenkugel coming in last but only because it was less remarkable, not because it was bad. The difference between the KBS and Old Raspy, in my opinion, is that the KBS is a sipping beer, the Old Raspy is a drinking beer. It’s a total back porch, thirsty Thursday drinker!
So what do you think? Have you ever had any of these stouts? Which one is your favorite?
I’ve missed a few days of nablopomo and this is a prompt from earlier in the month that I didn’t do but I’m not going to stress about it. I’m just gonna keep going!
Today’s recycled writing prompt: what is your favorite angle for being photographed? Slightly above, below, to the side?
I have to credit my dear friend Bonnie with spawning my love of the ‘from above’ shot. When you’re looking up, everything looks firmer and in place which is very helpful as I approach 40 and inherit my family’s heavy-set Polish face complete with jowls. Sigh. Getting older isn’t pretty but it’s better than the alternative.
Hopefully, you can forgive the overall fatigued look of this selfie that was taken at the end of a very, very long day!
Do you have a favorite angle to be photographed from?
Just a short post to say happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers out there.
I know that this day can be very painful for mothers in your hearts but not in your homes (a phrase I read the other day that totally resonated with me) and those who have lost their mother. I can relate to both of these situations in one way or another and I wish you all peace and love on this difficult day. Relax and enjoy. You deserve it.
Photo prompt: your time
This is my time because my children are in bed. My to do list is as done as it’s going to get. My brain can shut off. It can stop planning and making decisions and answering questions and instead listen to the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Or the mindless chatter of the TV. Or the soft rumble of a passing train. It can prepare for rest and recovery before another day full of planning and decisions and questions rolls around entirely too early tomorrow.
This is supposed to tie in with today’s writing prompt but I’m just not feeling it. So I’ll leave you with my time and hope that you are enjoying yours. Night night.
I posted the other day about the #momstaysinthepicture movement that has really struck a chord with me. So today’s prompt –
How often are you in photos?
– seemed just right for me.
I am not in nearly as many pictures as I would like to be. It’s easy for me to snap a picture of my kiddos when they’re doing something cute. It takes a lot more effort to stop what I’m doing and actually get in the picture myself. Or to ask hubby to take one and get everyone grouped together just right. But I’m working on it.
And looking back through some old pictures as I prepared for the photo portion of the prompt, I was glad to see that there are some pictures of me. And like the author of the Huffington Post article, I wasn’t thrilled with what I saw but I was there. In the picture. Building a garden with my oldest. When her memories of that time become fuzzy with age, she will have a picture to look back on and remember that yes her mom was there with her. And yes we did some fun stuff together. Maybe she’ll even have kids of her own to share them with.
Photo prompt: your love
Family. My little family is truly my love. They mean more than the world to me and I would be lost without them. This isn’t the picture that I really wanted to post but I also wanted to give them all their privacy so these pictures remind me of when our girls were young and our little family was just beginning.