Photo Challenge: Texture

IMG_1140I took this photo a couple of months ago because the texture of it made me smile, even without the suggestion of a weekly prompt. I was in the process of making what I affectionately call: Caulifritters. No matter how many times I prep these, I just love how the pulsed cauliflower and chopped cilantro look, when I mix them together.

Photo Challenge: Unusual

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The late father of my children and love of my life, reasoned, thought and wrote, in the very precisely bizarre manner of Lewis Carroll. Reading ‘Sylvie and Bruno’ is always surreal because I always wonder how there could possibly be two people in the world who actually think like that. What makes it more interesting is that he was born on the 70th anniversary of Lewis Carroll’s (Charles Lutwidge Dodson’) death. I was born and raised on Main Street, in a small town called Danbury, Connecticut. Danbury is nicknamed, Hat City because it was once the hat capital, boasting 57 hat factories (none, anymore). We found the references intriguing. (By-the-way, the chemicals used to cure the pelts that hats were made from, actually do cause eventual madness.)

Okay, so about this photo…

My son – who actually does where a top hat, came over to visit one morning last winter, with the baby. So when we were talking, my then, 20-month old granddaughter Alice, snatched her father’s hat and plopped it on her head. She quickly discovered that she had more hat than head. Being as opportunistic as she, I grabbed my iPhone and started snapping. I am always digitally altering my artwork and I thought this particular photo of Alice would be fun to play with in that way. What makes it unusual to me is that it actually seems to accurately capture some of the essence of the surreal and whimsical essence of my family.

Whoop – There It Is!

I spent the last hour or so, going about my business, wondering whether or not I wanted to enter an entry for today’s daily word prompt, detonate. I wasn’t necessarily feeling it. I was more preoccupied with other things this afternoon – and then my 21-year old sent to my iPhone, a meme that is going around…

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In ‘hood vernacular
from back in the day
I have to say:
That’s the bOmb.

Adrift Not, in this ‘Empty Nest’

Last Thursday, my youngest child graduated from our local college, with her first degree. In a couple of months, she will be moving over four-hours away to attend university that will be her home for the next few years, as she earns her more advanced degrees. My baby girl and I are very close and we will miss each other a great deal – we are very ‘Gilmore Girls’ close. And although I doubt more than three weeks will ever go by without us being together, I am aware that I have approached the point where many full-time mothers feel as though they have come untied from their moorings. I am grateful that I am not in that place, at this time. It’s sorta funny but I went through this 5-3 years ago. It wasn’t funny then, but in hind sight I can see how having my period of feeling adrift beforehand, allows me to truly enjoy and support this stage of my child’s development … As well as my own. Having had that anxiety in advance, forced me to give a great deal of consideration to what I am going to do with my time.

The first 25 years I was merely a byproduct of other peoples lives – the latter 10 spent in trying to heal from the first 15. The next 25 years belonged to my children. These next 25 upon which threshold I am poised – are mine. I am 51 and my life finally feels like it is my own. And I have a good plan for it.