slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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Sandy’s 61st birthday. Yes, we got photos of the giant panda, but this old orangutan cuddling up to the window captured my heart. I liked that the orangutans could travel high above the crowds from one building to another. See my Flickr page for more zoo photos. A detail from a huge Fleming tapestry at…
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Hard to choose two from today’s outing to the Smithsonian. I was happy at the National Museum of the American Indian. The second photo is supposed to be a detail that I might take for granted if I wasn’t looking deeply. I liked the geometrics of this scene waiting for the Metro train, with the…
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A train trip to Alexandria, Virginia. Travel post coming later. Shadows on the Potomac riverfront behind the Torpedo Factory.
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Hops Burger Bar – yum! This had bacon, pimento cheese, and fried green tomatoes on it. I had my hair dyed and cut after this photo – it was supposed to be the “before” photo. The “after” was a definite mistake.
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Winding down after a very frustrating “nibbled to death by ducks” kind of day. Diego Wolf chases his tail.
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Test tiles for glazes in the ceramics studio The old physical plant at UNCG – beautiful building. (I decided to include photos of things on my walk to work in this category.)
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Steaming handmade paper signatures with oak leaves stuck between the pages. Redbud seedpods in the Back Forty.
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I’m making an effort to blog regularly again, which is part of the reason for the daily visual journal. l;;3w’;/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewe (That was Pablo Blondie’s contribution. I can’t walk away from the laptop for a minute. I must admit that I like it when they do this, so I always leave their writings up.) It is…
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I’ve decided to start a new project. A very simple one, one I should be able to manage easily. Every day, if possible, I’ll post two photos. 1. Something to document my activity that day. 2. Something from my home or block or my walk to work (when I’m home) to help me discover the…
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Once there was a village without a well. Their stream had dried up and a man from a village near the river sold water to the villagers. Some of the villagers could afford barrels to catch the rainwater, and so they did not need to buy water as often. The mayor of the village decided…
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