Memory

The photo challenge for week 9 was “memory.”  I went with two that mean a lot to me: Dune by Christian Dior and the white orchid.  Dune was given to me by a co-worker when I was about 21 years old and worked at a bank.  She was a french lady with the cutest french accent.  I visited her once at her lovely home and she gave me an advice I try to keep up with: Always make your bed because you don’t want your man to see it messy (something like that).  She also gave me her Dune perfume.  I told her I loved the scent and she offered it to me.  The orchard was from my last job.  I still miss that place and the people I worked with.

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February 2015 Random Photos

I had fun this month with the camera.  Enjoy these…

The family Keeshond, Teddy.  She is the sweetest dog ever.  She follows me everywhere and just plops down by my feet and sleeps.  With husband, she’s a little different.  She’ll wag her tail, jump on him, and want to play with him.  Another thing about her, she won’t eat unless we’re eating.

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The pink orchid.  This is the second time it’s bloomed.  I’ve only had it for a few a years.PINKORCHID021120150015_800 PINKORCHID021120150020_800 PINKORCHID022220150017_800

My daughter stepped in to help me with the 52 Week Photo Challenge I’m keeping up with.  This one called for long exposure so I set the D90 with the 50mm lens to the highest F-stop possible, which was 36, and the ISO to the lowest at L1.KY022120150006_800 KY022120150008_800 KY022120150012_800

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She loves her EOS lipbalms.  She doesn’t wear them…just likes the way they look and smell.

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Thought about removing the little hairs in her face but decided not to.  It makes her who she is.

I’m Not Here For That

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This morning, while my 5-year-old came out from the study after watching a Super Mario YouTube video to play Super Mario Bros. on TV, I asked her, “Can you bring me that glass cup on the coffee table (her cup, btw) so I can put it in the dishwasher?”

She replied, “I’m not here for that.”

I’m thinking, “What?  Did I hear that right?”  She used to always bring me cups and plates before she does her own thing.  She used to be my little helper.  It was her idea to want to help even when I didn’t need any.  What happened?