The weather hasn't been cooperative for venturing out

to take photos with my new toy, so I shot these

from the front porch this morning.

playing with the zoom

roofs and overhead wires cropped

beauty of the clouds

(12/29/11)

HUMP Day Haiku

My husband and daughter gave me a very nice camera

for Christmas. It may take the rest of the decade to figure it all out.

This poinsetta is among the first photos I took. Look out world, I'm coming!

new Canon REBEL

nomenclature confusing 

shooting anyway

(12/27/11)

day two of winter

bright sunshine low in the sky

coaxed scent from a rose

(12/22/11)

HUMP Day Haiku

Yesterday morning the oldest of the three neighbor boys called

 to invite me to their school Christmas program at Lynden Christian.

Over 100 children singing with loud enthusiasm reminded me of Psalm 66:1 
“Make a joyful noise unto God , all the earth...”

And I made noise with them.

white capes and red bows

adorn five- to ten-year-olds

singing “Gloria!”

(12/20/11)

Sunday haiku...

using too much punctuation, but only 17 syllables!

hanging on the tree

paper, felt, thread, yarn, and glass

such sweet memories

 

(12/18/11)



 On a Sunday morning...

One of my favorite things about Christmas is sitting alone before daylight

with no lights on except those on the Christmas tree.

It's quiet. I sip my first cup of coffee.

My eyes travel from one ornament to another. 

I think about the person who gave it or made it.

Agne's crocheted snowflakes.

Mom's and my felt people: Raggedy Ann and Andy, the Dutch girl and boy.

Nancy's tin rose and star.

Grandma Collopy's yarn snowman.

Nell's and Suzanne's angels.

The muslin angel I made for Mom.

Joan's sparkly dried starfish.

Esther's hand-painted balls.

Debbie's ribbon ornaments.

Katy's heart.

The chicken with a "Merry Christmas" banner in its beak.

So many memories.

And I whisper, "Thank You for blessing my life with these people."

Christmas doesn't bring my family together anymore.

Many of these friends are gone.

But for this season, an ornament on a tree

brings them all back.

HUMP Day Haiku

white frozen morning

frosty sparkles on the street

using 4-wheel drive

(12/9/11)

Writing haiku has become so addictive that I couldn't wait for Wednesday!

(photo taken in October,

when the moon was visible before it set)

 

full December moon

reddened by the earth’s shadow

not for us to see

(12/10/11)

 

HUMP Day Haiku

(maiden voyage, with 18 syllables)

cleaning emergency!

poop and feathers everywhere

two birds in the door

(12/4/11)