Thursday, February 28, 2008

Picture Perfect~~~Infinite

ADJECTIVE:
  1. Having no boundaries or limits.
  2. Immeasurably great or large; boundless: infinite patience; a discovery of infinite importance.

While chatting with The Vamp and Mitzi this morning, I asked if they had any suggestions for this weeks theme.  The following is The Vamps answer:

"The grandkids... they are your legacy to the world and mean that you will continue after your death....

family Lindyloo... makes the world infinite...."
 
She said it much better than I ever could.  And, she knows me very well.
 
The Vamp is very wise.  I don't have any pictures of her that I have taken.  YET!  But I will.  Even if I did, I wouldn't post them without her permission.
 
You see, our friendship is "infinite".  There is an endless bond and loyalty there.  While we don't always like the same things...ahem,  we respect each others views and interest.  We are different and yet the same.  She'll understand that.
 
That said, here is my entry for this weeks theme.  My family.  My love for them knows no limits, boundries or end.  It is "infinite".
 
 
I enjoy Picture Perfect very much every week.  I've made some friends there like Me wonderful Emmm.  If you would like to know more, just click here.
 

 

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Picture Perfect~~~Shadow

As you can see, the word shadow has several meanings. I've highlighted the ones that, to me, fit with this picture.
Pronunciation:
\ˈsha-(ˌ)dō\
Function:
noun
Etymology:
Middle English shadwe, from Old English sceaduw-, sceadu shade
Date:

before 12th century

1: partial darkness or obscurity within a part of space from which rays from a source of light are cut off by an interposed opaque body2: a reflected image3: shelter from danger or observation4 a: an imperfect and faint representation b: an imitation of something : copy5: the dark figure cast upon a surface by a body intercepting the rays from a source of light6: phantom7plural : dark 1a8: a shaded or darker portion of a picture9: an attenuated form or a vestigial remnant10 a: an inseparable companion or follower b: one (as a spy or detective) that shadows11: a small degree or portion : trace12: a source of gloom or unhappiness13 a: an area near an object : vicinity b: pervasive and dominant influence14: a state of ignominy or obscurity

I took this picture one day in Dec.  This house sits in our small town.  Unoccupied, slowly disintegrating and rotting away.  In all my years here, I don't ever remember seeing anyone at this house.

I haven't been able to find out much about the history of the house.  It seems it's tied up in an estate and can't be sold.  Those that it belongs too  have just abandoned it.  I think that's so sad. 

To me, it's a beautiful old house that has so much potential.  So much of the original work is still there.  Around the roof and across the porch.  With time and care and a whole lot of money, I guess, it could be so beautiful.

I always wonder about the shadows in the house.  The memories inside the walls.  Was there love and laughter here?  Were there times of family gatherings, with voices of those inside, echoing throughout the walls?  Did children play in the yard while, parents, aunt's uncles and Grandparents looked on?

If I can ever find out who owns it, I want to go inside.  Places like this intrigue me.  It would be interesting to see what's inside and the internal structure.  And to see what shadows haunt the rooms of this place.

The picture above is my original picture.  It's been cropped a little.  I also changed it to a sepia tone.  Not sure which one I like best.  I'm posting it here.  Same picture (is that cheating)?

For more on picture perfect click here....

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

2/20/08 The Moon~Lunar eclipse


Exposure: 0.002 sec (1/500)
Aperture: f/8
Focal Length: 55.9 mm
ISO Speed: 400
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: Flash did not fire


Out of 24 shots so far, these are the only ones that are okay. Checking my settings and going back out in a few. Gonna add as I go. Need to put them on flickr and write down settings.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

The Heart of the Matter

The Heart of the Matter

Migdalia Arelleno

 

I have been dubbed a romantic.  After reading the definition, guess it could be true.  Fact is, I Love Romance.  I think I'm just past the point in my life where there's going to be a lot of romance.  Not something I want, personally.  I'm enjoying the single life.  I come and go as I please.  No one telling me what to do or expecting something from me. 

Now, the definition of "romantic".

Function:
adjective
Etymology:
French romantique, from obsolete romant romance, from Old French romanz
Date:
1650
1: consisting of or resembling a romance2: having no basis in fact : imaginary3: impractical in conception or plan : visionary4 a: marked by the imaginative or emotional appeal of what is heroic, adventurous, remote, mysterious, or idealized boften capitalized : of, relating to, or having the characteristics of romanticism c: of or relating to music of the 19th century characterized by an emphasis on subjective emotional qualities and freedom of form; also : of or relating to a composer of this music5 a: having an inclination for romance : responsive to the appeal of what is idealized, heroic, or adventurous b: marked by expressions of love or affection c: conducive to or suitable for lovemaking6: of, relating to, or constituting the part of the hero especially in a light comedy

 

Now, if you look at the chic's reflection, in the mirror, she doesn't look very happy.  She seems to me to be lost in thought.  Romance?  My bet is she's thinking of a romance that isn't to be.  Dreams and illusions have been lost in truth.  Now, she has to face "The Heart of the Matter.

 

 

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Saturday, February 2, 2008

A true story of Love.....

 

 

Once upon a time, in the Hills of Society, there lived a fair maiden.  She spent her days, happily, racing with the wind, in her 66 mustang.  Blasting her horn to the tune of Dixie.

One fine day, she happened to run into a young gent.  Their eyes met, smiles were exchanged and hearts went thumpty thump.

Our fair maiden rushed to her Grandmother with the question, "Who is he Grandma"?  Her Grandmother told the young maid who he was and that he was promised to another.  The young maid sighed and said, "But Grandma, I gave him my prettiest and bestest smile".

A wee bit of time has passed, our young gent is back on the market.  He has never forgotten the young maiden and before long, the two enter into wedded bliss.

Who, you may  ask, was the young couple and where did they meet?  Why, it was Morticia and Gomez and they met at Uncle Henry's funeral.  Morticia has a thing for funeral homes, I do believe. LMAO

For those of you that don't know of my Cousin Morticia....Just click here LMAO