Point of view

A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty. -Winston Churchill

Snow for the new year.

Frosty Trees

Winter Berries

Out my window

Icycle

Snow on a post!

Lake Roosevelt, November 2010

Rail Fence

Fallen Leaves

Dew Drops in the Pines

Hall Creek

I decided to take the photowalk challenge. I saw this challenge from Darcy, she says, "Have you ever done a photowalk? Have you ever challenged yourself to walk around with your camera and consider the world around you differently through your lens?  I challenge each of you, if you’ve never done one before – load up the kids in the wagon or stroller, strap that camera on and be intentional about seeking photo opportunities in your own backyard."
I realize I am behind in my Everyday Beauty posts for this year. I am suppose to post a picture weekly of something I find beautiful from where I live. I guess with the cold weather, the leaves falling off the trees, the flowers in my garden black with frost, got me in a rut. Then I read this post and was inspired again.

Everyday Beauty

I really love the yellows that are popping out this fall against the deep green of the pines. This is my weekly post for something beautiful in my town. Happy Fall everyone.

Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater

The colors of fall are arriving, along with cooler temperatures and crisp autumn mornings. My girls were able to take a field trip, with their school, this week to the pumpkin patch. We have made applesauce, from the tree in the backyard; tomato sauce, from produce in the garden; and canned pears, with fruit from Sherman Creek Orchard.

One Hip P.E. class!

When I took physical education class at my Jr. High, the coolest thing we did was walk to the bowling alley and knock down some pins. Here the kids get to shoot a few arrows. This is right below my house. Flying arrows from a bunch of kids. I think it is totally cool. Only the most respected P.E. teacher could pull this off. When I took bowling class the teacher gave us our grades based upon our bowling score. Let me tell you, had it not been for those gutter balls, I would have gotten straight A's. I missed straight A's for the semester because of my bowling score? Couldn't she take into account my willingness to participate and my enthusiasm for the game?
I don't think I would be any better at archery.

Mother's Day Flower

My daughter planted this for my mother's day present. It is finally blooming in mid-September. There have been several rain-showers to soak the ground and scare the girls. (They don't like the thunder.) I love the dimension of the water drops on the petals.

School Daze

I have been in a daze with the start of school. Where did my summer go? When did my girls get so mature? I always tell them to stop growing, but they never listen to me. Homework is plentiful around these parts with two full time students. Last night my daughter said she didn't like homework. I tartly reminded her she better get use to it. She will be doing it until she graduates from college!

Llama, Llama

One of our favorite books is Llama, Llama red pajama. We talk about how the baby llama sits in bed waiting for his mama. Baby llama wants tucked in, he wants a drink, and then, he gets so impatient, he yells! Boy, have I ever been there and done that. A thousand times. I tell my kids that even Mama llama needs some time. She has to do the dishes and lots of other chores when the baby is in bed. Then I tell them how important it is to go to sleep! But, not without a hug first.

Buck

Let's hope his name does not predict any future catastrophes. I rode this beautiful horse and it was amazing.
I list it as one of the funnest rides I have had. I felt comfortable, at ease, and not uptight like I did when I rode another horse last month. Buck and I were a good match. We didn't compete for boss status, he knew I was boss. He executed my commands with precision. I will miss you, Buck when riding season comes to an end.

Rope Swing

We love going to the lake and using this rope swing that someone fastened in a tree that grows out over the lake.