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Mike and I are starting a new tradition this year: Christmas without the tree.
I'm so relieved. Because every year, the tree has been the source of this huge internal struggle for me.
On one hand... in what I like to think is a nod to my long-ago Druid ancestors... I pretty much worship trees. (You may have noticed this elsewhere in my stream. Ahem. It's a powerful force.) So... to bring one in, and adorn it with lights and ornamentation, and spend many hours admiring it... living with it as a member of the family... well, it feels kind of right.
On the other hand... there is no escaping the fact that the trees we bring inside each year are dead. And worse - we killed them ourselves, with our own hands, and have the sap-stained clothes and gloves to attest to our act of, let's face it, murder.
It's always bugged me, but the final straw was Mike's comment on our watering system. We have this great set-up where... every time the tree takes a drink... we hear this musical glug-glug-gurgle. Our tradition has always been to raise our glasses in response, and drink (or eat, or make the motions thereof) in the tree's direction, and say something like, "Here's to you, tree!"
So... yeah. We've lived with this charade for years. And it was only in the past few weeks that we agreed the glug-glugging was, in fact, sinister. Equivalent, we decided, to the flopping and gasping a fish does out of water.
We have agreed (thank goodness) not to inflict that slow-death suffering on another good, honest tree this year. And I am so relieved.
Yes, I know there's the option of the "living tree," but that has its own problems. Kind of like bringing home a big Tyee salmon and watching it swim in a bowl for a few weeks. Conifers just weren't made to live indoors. Or die indoors. So I'll do my seasonal worshipping outdoors this year - in the trees' own living room, which is as it should be.
You know your spouse *understands* your passion for photography when...
...he/she actually gets excited about finding you something that might be fun to photograph. My hubby was eating these blackberries, then suddenly he got excited: "Hey honey! Photograph these!" So, here they are!
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Making snapshots for fun, just to try out this mirrorless camera.
Museumplein, Amsterdam, the Netherlands. December 2019.
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Feathers insulate birds from water and cold temperatures.
They may also be plucked to line the nest and provide insulation to the eggs and young.
The individual feathers in the wings and tail play important roles in controlling flight.
Some species have a crest of feathers on their heads. Although feathers are light, a bird's plumage weighs two or three times more than its skeleton, since many bones are hollow and contain air sacs.
Colour patterns serve as camouflage against predators for birds in their habitats.
Striking differences in feather patterns and colours are part of the sexual dimorphism of many bird species and are particularly important in selection of mating pairs.
A good alternative for flowers, if you want colour, shapes and textures, is feathers.
I had a lot of fun with these, always trying to ‘perfection’ and bring the best.
Here straight feathers in graduating colours.
I wish you all a very good day and thanks for all your kind words, time, comments and likes. Very much appreciated. Magda, (*_*)
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The story continues, Frank. When I wanted to put the jars back in the pantry, I unfortunately knocked over some shelves. You know I'm a bull in a china store. I thought I'd close the door quickly before my wife found out, but unfortunately the door didn't close properly, which means big trouble, and all because of you, my friend !
I'm going to get myself a glass oven now and make something creative out of the broken pieces ...
;-) ...
I aspire to be
an old man
with an old wife
laughing at old jokes
from a wild youth.
~Atticus
Christmas Day is one of a child's favorite days of the year. Here is a boy who was obviously delighting in learning ice skating with his mom on Christmas morning at an outdoor skating rink. His laughter and smile tells the story of joy and love, two ingredients of the holiday spirit.
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Wonderful Day watching the children play on the rocks and the mom's and dad's try some surfing. This was our first full day in Portugal , April 12th 2023 having just arrived from Nova Scotia in a group of six.