Day 11 – Six

Now We Are Six – A.A. Milne

When I was one,
I had just begun.
When I was two,
I was nearly new.
When I was three,
I was hardly me.
When I was four,
I was not much more.
When I was five,
I was just alive.
But now I am six,
I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six
now and forever.

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I felt very lazy today camera wise.  Every time I thought about finding my Six for the day, I thought, “Nah!  Later!”  Well, Later kept coming and going until I finally had to tell Later to just stop for a few minutes so that I could get my work done.  Later obliged and here are Six Left Over Lights.

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Winter is Coming

I suppose that it is time for me to post a bit of something.  My last post was quite the downer – makes me sigh just to read it.  So enough of the doom and gloom and what do we have?

CHRISTMAS!!!

All we need is a bit of snow to make this perfect!

No, these are not last year’s photos; I shot them this yesterday and the day before in my dear old friend, Shipshewana.  The town lit up for the holidays this past Saturday – when you are a tourist trap and you rely on tourist $$ to survive, you light up early!  I missed the Twinkle Parade because I had to endure an evening of drivel, and by that I mean a night at the library watching over the gaggle of teens and tweens who were in turn watching the Twilight Saga Marathon I cobbled together.  Thank the Good Lord that I didn’t actually have to watch the movies – I babysat at the circulation desk whilst my younger staff watched the interminable, abominable, execrable films.  Vampires DO NOT sparkle! Christmas lights sparkle!

A bit of Intentional Camera Movement. *note the caps

How remiss of me!

Strangely enough, when I tried to find something “blank” to photograph, my mind started to whirl with possibilities. Then a feast presented itself to my eyes.

I received a reminder tonight of what a lazy, neglectful blogger I have become.  Oh, I have the more than occasional flights of fancy and pure inspiration that I have sincere, deeply sincere, intentions of posting, but they just skip merrily down that path to Hell where most MOSTLY good intentions go.  So now I sit here with my mind completely blank.  “You must be brain-dead!  How can a mind be truly and completely blank,” you say, but alas, my mind really is blank in between the words that my fingers are struggling to type.

Let me tell you how blank I am tonight:  As I have been sitting here struggling to think of something, ANYTHING, to write, at one point I asked my lovely son to let the dog in from outside.  Keep in mind that the dog is very loud on our wood floors, click clacking and sliding around, my son is very loud, elephant stepping across the floor, the doggy gate does not shut quietly in my son’s hands and the doggy biscuit does not clatter ever so quietly across the floor.  I stared quite intently at the air, thinking of nothing at all and when I roused myself from my reverie, I asked my lovely son if he had, in fact, let the dog in.  He pointed at her, sitting quite nicely on her princess pillow, doggy treat all but gone.  Blank.

Thinking really shouldn’t be this hard…..

And once more, an utter blank when presented with all of the wondrous possibilities of a ‘caption box.’ It turns out that seeing is far easier than actually thinking. Who knew?