I chose the Sequim Daily Photo’s resident woodworker as the subject for today’s City Daily Photo theme day. My husband grew up in a home where artistry and self-sufficiency were a given. Need something? Make it. What he has done the most over the years has been woodworking, much of it commercial, and most of it cabinetry. And, like the proverbial shoemaker’s child, I’ve gone barefooted.
If you’ve followed SDP you will know that my husband recently completed constructing the hull of a 12-foot Scamp sailboat. And you may have wondered, “How’s that coming along?” In truth, it hasn’t gotten much further. There was this office – mine – that was just ever so slightly classier than the bricks and boards that kept my life off the floor in my earliest apartments. And though his was only slightly better my office envy resulted in an agreement that he’d complete a functional office for me either before his boat-building class or as soon as it was over. What you see above are the final stages, two ever-so-welcome drawer units. They match a functional work surface, and two open book shelves. I’d proudly post the finished product here except I’m still moving back in. At long last I’m no longer barefooted.
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It wasn’t just a puddle. It was dirt heaven! It was churned up! There were great big clumps! There was mud! Mud!!
And Mom was a veteran. She knew what to expect. She had a camera. And clean clothes in the back of the car.
The wedding’s over. The guests have gone home. The honeymoon’s over. The pressure’s off. The perfect time to get your wedding pictures taken. And what prettier setting than the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival?
You want to get something down low. How do you go about shooting? Classic squat?
Or, perhaps a variation on a favorite yoga pose?
I’m small, I’m cute, and I’m tired. Did you see how fast my legs had to go just to keep up with you?
They were lined up at the Red Carpet Car Wash last week during a break in the weather. By this point in the year most cars are showing unmistakable signs of muck and mud. I’m inclined to wait for a longer stretch of dry weather before I invest in the optimism of a car wash.
Sometimes it seems that life speeds by so quickly. And never so much as when watching a bike race, it’s bitterly cold, and your reaction time is off a beat. I meant to try slowing things down as I watched this race last year, just as my camera battery went dead. Should I admit to these kinds of dumb failures?
This year I decided to try again, starting with a full battery charge before the race started. At times it looked almost like this as I watched, orchestrated with the whir of tires on the pavement and the blast of racing energy.
And just like that they were gone.
Last year some curmudgeon complained in the newspaper that the race prevented him or her from pulling out of their driveway. I’d trade this any day for speeding cars, air pollution, and the state of obesity in the U.S.