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This chair belonged to my grandfather's grandfather. It has been passed down from father to the oldest son. It has been well used through the years giving it a beautiful patina.
I was on the porch today feeling sorry for myself due to this horrible, rainy weather. These rocking chairs felt lonely, but I thought they looked so perfect together. Just imagine...lemonade (or sweet tea!) on a hot day. Or a place to grow old with your loved one.
on the little rocking chair.
Mediocre focus. Not sure why. f/1.4 isn't always the sharpest, but I usually do better than this. -1 exposure compensation because the highlights were blown out on the first attempts.
Oh, and he's doing ok these days. Putting on some weight. Thyroid medication is doing ok. Tried to go to 1 pill a day since giving him a half pill at a time is so much easier, but he seems more hyper at that level. A trade-off. Do I want him meowing on my chest at 6am every morning or do I want to struggle to get him to get the pill down.
Imagine yourself sitting there, surrounded by trees and flowers, the birds singing, and the smell of apple pie coming out from the house. That's living!
The Green Bedroom is located on the second floor at the Rose Hill Mansion. An ingrain carpet of the Empire period in shades of green and the wallpaper with a green design on it, set the tone for this room. Against the wall is a vintage chest of drawers. Next to the bed is a small side table. At the right side of the window is a small dressing table with mirror (very hard to see, but its there). A vintage rocking chair is at the foot of the bed which has a lovely crocheted canopy over it. Over the window is a green silk damask valance. The Rose Hill Mansion is located on Route 96A in Geneva, NY.
Rocking chair in Tasmanian blackwood. Detailed plans for this chair can be ordered at www.dldundas.com
Probably taken in the 1950s, this is my great grandfather asleep in his rocker in Minnesota. Lonsdale, i believe.
This is the front porch of The House on the Hill bed & breakfast in Ellsworth, Michigan. I didn't stay here, but stopped by here in September, 1986 for information from the innkeepers. The porch overlooks St. Clair Lake in the northwest corner of the Lower Peninsula in the "Chain O' Lakes" area between Traverse City and Charlevoix. House on the Hill
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This Rockingchair is located in a basement with no windows. I used my iPad 4 to take the picture. The light source is one LED headlamp. I think it is about 5000 K.
What's happening this weekend.. Amalie is helping me pick burrs from my running socks, on the wall we are trying out window sizes for an upcoming project, and on the floor a CO2 canister that's part of an experiment to see if we can carbonate our excellent Austin tap water instead of buying carbonated water.
This faded picture from the beginning of the 20th century shows Maria and J.A.Eklund with their eldest-born children and Maria´s brothers Josua and David Petander.The man with the guitar is David.He had a strange and unusual life.
He was a clergyman in the Church of Sweden but left the church and his parish,
gave away everything he had to the poor and became a "wandering preacher", helping poor people with their daily chores. In 1914 he was courtmartialled while he refused to carry weapons and died of a heart-failure during that time.
(1875-1914)
Not my old rocking chair actually. My neighbour, Paul, across the street, found a pair of these chairs mouldering away in an unkempt garden a few blocks from here. He bought them - $25 for the pair! Quite a deal; except that on one of them, one of the rockers had fallen off due to rot at the ends of the chair legs, and the other one had no rockers at all. So naturally, he brought them over to me to see if I could help. 'Could you make me a new pair of rockers, Andrew?
Well, how could I say no?
I am privileged to live surrounded by the finest set of friends and neighbours anyone could ask for in this life, and you might argue that Paul is the finest: kind, thoughtful and generous of time and spirit. So of course I would repair his chairs.
I'll tell you how I went about it. A New Album is called for.
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This rocker is on the porch of an assisted living facility where my 81-yr young :) father-in-law will soon be moving. The good news is the facility is about 3 miles from our home in Georgia; the bad news is moving here (from Florida) represents one more step toward complete dependence, once again. The cycle of life. The irony.
My father-in-law is a good man, but he's battling physical demons that being this young often brings, the biggest being Parkinson's, which drains his energy. As the irony goes, though, his mind is still quite sharp and active.
The facility where he'll be moving is new - opened last March. It's very nicely decorated and the atmosphere feels upbeat. To this latter point, the staff seems extremely eager to keep residents occupied via a full monthly calendar. Thus, when I walked outside to look around, the solitude of this chair forced me to pause and wonder about the solitude that some residents might feel at this point in their life. Do they sit in it and wonder about the things that might've been? Do they sit in it and reflect on a life well-lived? Or, do they sit in it and simply enjoy the moment at hand? I'm sure the gamut of emotions and thoughts about past, present, and future have been distilled while gently rocking back and forth.
I hope my father-in-law is inspired and enveloped by all of the seeming warmth that this facility and its staff offers. And I hope with us living nearby and planning to visit him and take him on "field trips" often that he'll never experience the solitude that this chair, on a rainy, overcast day, represented to me.
And as we continue to live our lives, it's worth pondering the words in this song as they relate to where we are in the cycle of life.
Switchfoot - This Is Your Life
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes
This is your life and today is all you've got now
Yeah, and today is all you'll ever have
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger and you had everything to lose
Yesterday is a kid in the corner
Yesterday is dead and over
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger and you had everything to lose
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
This is your life are you who you want to be
This is your life are you who you want to be
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed it would be
When the world was younger and you had everything to lose
And you had everything to lose
Route 66 in a microcosm. Why is the world's largest rocking chair in the middle of rural Missouri? Well, why not; that's the charm of Route 66.
Young couple relaxes outdoors in the Mohawk River valley, either in the community of Mohawk or nearby Donna. Man in hammock is identified as John Morelock; the young woman, identified only as "Maude", sits in rocking chair. Photo undated. Photographer unknown.