Retro blogging, again.
slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
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Sandy and I and Anne, a new co-worker, went on a short hike on the Reedy Fork Trail, one of Greensboro’s many trails around our reservoir lakes.
Love this running cedar.
Either we took a wrong turn or the trail vanished. It was in need of maintenance. We ended up crossing a power line right-of-way, in which I identified several dye plants and found a bouquet’s worth of hawk feathers.
Even the scrubby potholed service road leading back to the swampy area was interesting. Just the place to shoot an old refrigerator full of holes.
We followed the creek back to the trail and there were lots of trees felled by beavers.
Fun with leaves.
I found a huge grapevine to swing on. My new friend found out just how silly I can be.
We were more tired that we expected. I want to start doing this on a regular basis and get in better shape.
That’s not pink. I don’t wear pink. It is “tomato.”
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Lucy is quite camera shy for some reason. I usually turn off the flash so I don’t know why. Pablocito (here) and Diego get very excited when I change the sheets on the bed. Lucy was actually interacting with Pablo, who was under the sheets rolling around. This is a good sign.
This is going to be my next tapestry. Trying to decide how big and what kind of fibers. I usually work small and if I go that way I’ll use silk. -
Playing with a photo app on my Kindle, thinking about weaving tapestry again.
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Love this texture.
Snow plow with a message.
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Today is the first full day I’ve gotten off because of snow in a long time! I can walk to work and I don’t have children, so usually I end up going in. But the university was closed today. Yay!
So I fired up the wood stove and played with weaving some denim strips. I like the simplicity of this. I’m going to weave another one to play with more complex weaves.
The paw prints are from a mystery cat and my kittens – I took each of them out separately and gently let them experience the snow without letting go of them. I think that it was fun for them. They aren’t scared of anything.
Here is why the little hooligans make me crazy at least once a day. You can see Diego’s ideas in his head just as well as if I’d put a little cartoon balloon over his head. I let him do it because the curtain is raggedy anyway and I haven’t succeeded in stopping him.
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We had snow today. This is from when it was first beginning. We spotted our local red-tailed hawk in a fir tree outside my office window, right in the middle of this photo. He stayed there grooming for a long time. The second is a zoom photo.
I’ve seen him up close before – he or she is a very large bird. I wish that he and his family would move east a block or two and take care of my rabbit problem.
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A pair of doves raises a family close by every year. I wonder what birds do when the temps change so drastically within 24 hours. It must be hard to adjust.
Theo always looks traumatized whether he is or not. But in this photo, he really is. Pablo is the top bully in the house, followed closely by Diego.
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This is what you get for action photos of the kittens until I get the good camera fixed.
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Every now and then I like to search for “slowly she turned” and blog the short descriptions from the search page. Usually the hits are from fan fiction or torrid romances. Here are ten.
“Slowly she turned to face the door just as Graham came through at full stride. At the sight of him a wild kind of joy seized her. Graham halted on the threshold.”
“It wasn’t, her heart pounded… But it was. Slowly, she turned to meet a pair of hard, dark eyes she told herself she’d never see again. ‘Chuck.’”
“‘Slowly.’ She turned and gave me a witchy grin. ‘Smiling at everyone.’ ‘Gee whiz, not smiling like that.’ ‘You look almost human in that skirt and sweater, Rosie,’”
“Ever so slowly she turned around, her eyes narrowed. She drew her hands to her hips in a defensive stance. “My plans have changed,” she bit out. Jay ground”
“‘Who is it, Isabelle?’ Isabelle’s face grew very still. Slowly, she turned and called out, ‘It’s your daughter, Mrs. Sherlock.’ ‘No, Belinda’s dead. Don’t do that to me,’”
“Then there she was, her snout smack up against the lens. Slowly she turned to sniff Charlie’s fingers. There was a pause before, very gently, she licked them.”
“Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes hooded and gentle in the faint glow of his magic. ‘I have something to confess,’ Luna said quietly.”
“Slowly, she turned. Dylan strode toward her, his big body gliding through the crowd. At his side was his trainer, Max, carrying the red bag. She looked Dylan up”
“Slowly she turned to face the way she had come. The mist was thick as pottage. She could see nothing. No one. But though she could not see him, she could”
“With her two hind-legs, she lifted it out of the ground, into the full light; slowly she turned it and returned it, so that every side might receive its share of the”
I also usually find a few photos of mine out there that have been attributed but no permission was asked. Ah well. At least I got credit for them.
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