Into the Woods is a musical with music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim and book by James Lapine. However, that’s not my version of Into the Woods.
A few months ago I took some shots at our local art gallery, several interesting faces carved out of wood caught my attention. Yesterday, I was inspired, actually a little bored would be more like it. I had a brilliant idea, or so it seemed at the time. Perhaps my Photoshop skills could turn these inanimate objects into flesh and blood. Bring them to life, introduce them and perhaps, just perhaps they might like each, get along well enough to . . . you get the point. At least they could shed their splinters and enjoy a walk-a-bout.
Alas, my eyes grew dim and my matchmaking skills faded as I realized that no amount of manipulation, at least on my part, would ever bring them together. Another day, another adventure as I skip into the woods, alone.
Once I dreamt of pink satin slippers and a shimmering tutu. I imagined standing on points and hearing the thunderous applause as a handsome prince knelt before me with a single rose.
Someday I would join the Ballets de Monte Carlo and tour the world, or so I dreamed.
But alas, this chubby youngster was none too graceful, could barely remember a Tour jeté or Arabesque. It was hopeless, I might as well bronze my slippers.
Eventually a typewriter, sometimes a microphone. Now a computer and Photoshop
bring back those childhood dreams.
Doggonit , I am really down with ‘dander’. I mean stuff that makes you miserable. The sneezing, the coughing and the itching. Allergy pills, nose spray – forget about it. Every Spring and Fall things get a little drippy, but out of the blue, I find myself allergic to Max! Well, not him but that white specks of dead skin that seem to get onto and into everything. Giving him fish oil, regular baths and brushing and really good food.
Yes, I know the drill. Get rid of carpets, upholstered furniture, keep the dog off the couch, off the bed and clean, clean, clean. I do my best, on some of it. My husband has always had to use an inhaler, maybe that will be next. Taking Max back to the shelter is not an option.
There is only one thing that I can do to avoid this problem, as much as I hate to do it. I just have to figure way to get those wonderful kisses and that cold nose nudging me awake.
Just ordered this air purifier today. Perhaps Max won’t be a Bubble Boy after all.
This morning my son called asking for the phone number of a mutual friend. I rattled it off, ### OH###. Being a wise guy, not a made man, he corrected me. “There are no OH’s in numbers” Well, I have often corrected myself about this flaw. And I have to guess that many of my fellow Americans recite a ZERO as an OH.
I thought about his comment after the fact, and I am glad I did as I now have a reply worth a thousand words. Something more meaningful than me giving it back to him. Yes, that’s him in the poster below – hair added.
Every year I look forward to hearing the roar of bikes rolling into Oceanside to the annual BFC Bike Blessing and Rally. This year money was raised to support the Warrior Foundation and the Downed Biker Fund. Here’s some of the shots of the day. Plus a great little video one guy took with his cell phone of this 91 years young grandma, who was gracious enough to let me take some pics of her. Hope you enjoy.
This is Veterans Park trail and is part of a City-wide system of about 38 miles of trails. It’s one of our favorites. Decided to try a panorama with the Galaxy and I was surprised at our easy it was. It was around 11:30 this morning.
This video from the City will give you an idea of where we were.
I’m learning my way taking shots with my cell phone – one problem is so much glare there are times when all I see is my own reflection on the screen. Just two from yesterday, a nasturtium. and something my husband calls a ‘cabbage’ really some type of succulent on our front stairs.