Give ’em your heart?

Posted on June 9, 2018 by Image Reply

You have a lot of nerve asking for an All Time Favorite WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge- All Time Fav..

This is a particularly cruel style of torture to choose ONE. I have pasted 7 and deleted 8 (don’t ask, sometimes the computer wins). And where the hell did the ONE I was thinking of go anyway! I’m sure it was on this drive, or maybe not. Well I guess this other ONE will have to do…… and this one. Delete. AAARRGGHHH!

Ok, I got it.

Marking a photo as a favorite is quite difficult for me. Imprinting a little heart as a sign to the others on the screen that they are inferior…..

OH CRAP! just saw that “Favorites” was plural.

I enjoy shots for different reasons. Most of the time I take photos revolving around a theme. They obviously hold memories. A favorite place, time, event, or all the above. But maybe it’s not “favorite” so to speak but more of a photo that initiates a flood of memories attached to a person who has passed on. This is the trumpet that played Taps at my grandfather’s funeral.

Sorry to see you go WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge- All Time Fav.

LINES

Posted on April 25, 2018 by Image 1

French vineyard maintenance is absolutely astounding. The land is covered with vineyards that are meticulously pruned and straight.

Day after day they park their utility car on the edge and prune before the vine shows any green.

This week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge- Lines is a pleasure. The lines of the vines, the lines of the rows, and the line of the posts.

Smile

Posted on April 8, 2018 by Image 1

Wat Ban Den near Chiang Mai, Thailand holds a massive reclining Buddha with a striking smile. My attention kept coming back to the red lips even in all the gold and decorative tile work.

To me it looks like a smile of contentment.

Thank you WordPress for the nudge today.

WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

Favorite Place…

Posted on March 25, 2018 by Image 4

Another wonderful WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge to jump start the mental typewriter.

High Camp” with “Turkey Ridge” just below it. Both face the same sunrise.

I don’t play favorites to the seasons. I love them all. 3 degrees below zero F, raining like a cow pissin’ on a flat rock, crispy fall or dry as a popcorn fart.