Outside my Comfort Zone

What somewhat looks like mountains behind the trees is actually a cloud bank. I consider these amazing clouds my reward for doing something outside my comfort zone. My friend The Other Jean and I worked at a phone bank on behalf of a woman running for the US House of Representatives from this district, and these were the clouds that greeted us when we left. The Other Jean and I are in full agreement that making phone calls is terrifying, especially cold calls to someone we don't know. I even dislike phoning people I know. I worry that they'll caller ID me and not answer or that they will answer but not really want to talk to me.

Hidden in Plain Sight

The number of cameras (two) and attempts (many) to get a photo I liked to use here is one of the reasons I re-started this blog. I first tried the new pocket digital camera I bought a few months ago. It's a Sony, and it did not cost much, but it seems nowhere as easy to use or as good quality as the Pentax it was supposed to replace. I reverted to one of my DSLR Canons and eventually got a shot I like. The kangaroo was a gift from two of my Aussie friends; the plant is one younger son left behind at one of the transitions in his life. Possession being nine-tenths and all, it's mine now.

It's Just About a New Year, Baby!

As my 60th birthday approaches, I keep reflecting on this blog that I kept during my 56th year. That would be five years ago, which makes it seem all the more as something I should do again. It will at least get me thinking more about photography even if it doesn't get me reflecting on what images best represent my life at 60, an age I once viewed as "ancient," later viewed as "old," and now try to think of not at all.

If you know me, you know I have something of a fascination with the heads of dolls and all that can be done with them. (I'm trying nightlights next unless the GI Joes and Barbies distract me.) Unfortunately, this toddler-sized doll at the SPCA Rummage Store is there to model clothes not be purchased by some crazy lady who might turn her head into a paperweight, or bookend, or Christmas ornament, all of which I've done with smaller heads.

As I was emailing someone about re-starting this blog, it occurred to me that the URL does mention that it is my 56th year. I guess that means that I have to tell people how to get here or let them stumble in on their own. Works for me!