A Photo a Week Challenge: Things with Wings

I have a bird feeder on the back deck. Mostly, I see birds eating, but every now and again, one of them flies. I don’t get a lot of birds in flight, but I have some herons, seagulls, and the occasional little bird when my camera gets lucky and grabs a picture … often quite unexpectedly.

Shooting wildlife. Not merely birds, but any wildlife is difficult. It requires patience. I have a friend who shoots pictures of wildcats and mountain lions. I asked him how he did it.

He said: “Lots and lots of patience and a high-quality long lens.”

Luck helps too. Sometimes, there you are and the birds just take off. You just happen to have a camera ready. You can’t plan it, but it’s great when it happens. Makes you look like a genius and all you really did was point and shoot.

Chickadee in flight

Eat, then fly!

Taking wing

Two Chickadees, one flying

A CREDIT TO YOUR BANK? – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Credit

Credit. That’s the money you don’t have that you spend anyway because look at that HUGE line of credit. I could buy a car with that kind of money!

Of course, then there’s paying it back which is so much less fun than spending it.

Merry Christmas from my cactus to yours!

With Christmas no longer the spend until you have topped out all your cards thing it used to be, we manage to survive. Financial credit is the best and worst thing in our lives. When you need it, you need it. When that chimney needs fixing and the carpenter ants are eating your doorsill and the window is falling out, it’s credit or waiting until the house crumbles.


Let’s dream about money falling from the skies into our open arms … and not use a credit card!


RDP Saturday – EXULT

I don’t think I’ve had a lot of exultant moments in life. Happy? Absolutely. Funny, joyful, fulfilling? Definitely.

Probably the closest I’ve come to “exultant” is when I get a really great picture of something or write a piece of which I’m particularly proud. That’s pretty much it.

Exultant sounds like winning the lottery. I’ve never done that, either. But you never know.

Maybe I should buy a ticket.


This is all Fandango’s fault.

To be “tagged” for being talkative is pretty funny. I’m not nearly as talkative now as I was when much younger. When younger, I could talk the hind legs off a donkey. The only person I couldn’t out-talk me was my son, who could out-talk me in both Hebrew AND English, often spoken in a bizarre mixture that only he and his American and English-born kid-friends understood.

So blog-wise, who’s been talking lately?

Turns out that other than me, which really isn’t talking because I’m just responding to comments, Leslie chats the most with my husband close behind. Sadje hits a tight fourth, with Covert Novelist, Mrs. Angloswiss and Taswegian not far behind. These stats go up and down from week to week depending on who is having a good week and who isn’t.

I’m not having a great week, but I feel absolutely required to answer all comments. I’ve been answering all comments since I started blogging and I’m so hooked into it, I don’t know how not to answer … unless I’m too sick to do it or just not home.

It’s way early for me to be writing. The gutter cleaners were here early and I had to collect the hysterical dogs. Believe it or not, people are afraid of these guys. They are all total wusses, too. The barking is just their way of letting the world know that SOMETHING IMPORTANT IS GOING ON AND I NEED TO LET THE WORLD KNOW. They do this in the loudest sounds they can create and for Garry with his newborn ears, this is a terrible sound.

So at 8 in the morning, I’m herding the canines into the house and as soon as I get one in, another one runs out. I finally threatened them with not getting a SINGLE COOKIE FOR THE REST OF THE DAY. I don’t know if they got the words, but they caught the severity of the threat — and in they came.

Then there were ladders and crunchy scraping noises in the gutters and me wondering if they ever did find the spigot because frankly, I can rarely find it. The one behind the house froze and burst a few years ago and Owen hasn’t quite gotten to repairing it. One of these days.

The guys left without leaving a bill, which never happens, so I called the office and he assured me that they’d send one via email on Monday, which is fine because tomorrow is the first of the month and we actually get some money. Although rapidly depleted by the endless bills, at least it arrives.

I’m pretty sure this chickadee could talk., but he can’t type so he doesn’t comment.

My husband is the biggest chatterer. I wish he’d save up the chattering and write something, but he loves the back and forth chatters on WordPress. It’s his favorite part of the experience. Writing for him is too much like work. He hates deadlines. He lived his entire adult life with deadlines diving at him from the sky and earth below. I cannot send him this “talkative tag” because he’d just look blankly at me and then ask me what he was supposed to do with it.

But as for the rest of the list:

1  –  Let’s cross out Sadje because she’s already done it.

2  – SWO8, aka Leslie Martel — if you feel like chatting a bit? I know it’s not the sort of thing you normally publish, but if you feel inclined, here’s an opportunity to do something else. Just in case.

3  –  Covert Novelist — I find it interesting that it shows me as not following you because I definitely do and have for quite a long time, but I think it’s something about the .org versus .com areas of WordPress. You’ve got a .org site and I know you don’t show up in my list of manageable follower sites. Still, I bet you could find something to say! You’ve got a pretty good chat style, right?

4  –  Ah, Mrs. Angloswiss. You are my longest running correspondent and I feel like we are pals. If you didn’t live on the other side of the ocean and up a mountain no less, we could share breakfast toast and jam — and something hot. Please, feel free to write pretty much anything. I’m always ready to listen, until around 2 in the morning when I pass out cold for at least four or five hours.

5  –  And last, but absolutely NOT least, Taswegian. Aside from all other comments, I have learned a ton of stuff about how things are getting done — or more to the point, NOT getting done way down under. I was really surprised to discover it actually snows there. I thought it only snowed at the very bottom of the world (as in Antarctica) or on MY house.  Please feel invited to compose something for this (or not).

I consider ALL tag-along things as optional, so no one needs to feel pressured. Please do what you want to do and not one bit more.

That pretty much does it. I’ve got the doctor this afternoon. I hope something comes out of it other than more discussion to be continued. I’m beginning to think that while anemia may be the disease, lack of sleep may be what is really doing me in.


Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Field

Really, we live in a field, except it doesn’t look like a field because it’s full of trees. It’s hard to take pictures of a field with so many huge trees on it. They tend to block one’s view.

So I have settled for more open spaces, except for just one of the walls of Fenway Park. Because you can’t come from this area and not include Fenway!

If I think about it, this area is nothing BUT fields!

Field by the river – Photo: Garry Armstrong

Field of snow – Photo: Garry Armstrong

Mountainous fields in Arizona – Photo: Marilyn Armstrong

Fenway Park – the oldest baseball field in the U.S. – Photo Marilyn Armstrong

Cornfield at harvest time – Photo: Marilyn Armstrong

Photo: Garry Armstrong – The landing field at the Tuskegee site

Photo: Garry Armstrong

Photo: Garry Armstrong – Field of green by the river in June


WHICH WAY? THE GPS KNOWS, BUT I’M LOST – Marilyn & Garry Armstrong

Which Way Challenge: 11/29/2018

Not much traveling this month. Just one short visit to Connecticut. I don’t think the grocery store really counts, but maybe our driveway does?

It has been raining more days this month than it has been clear. Forget about sunny. If it hasn’t been raining or snowing, it has been gray and gloomy.

Not great photography weather and not very inspiring for getting out there and shooting.

Leave covered driveway in early November

Crossroads of Chestnut Street and the Worcester-Providence railroad

Photo: Garry Armstrong – The road from the elections homeward bound

Photo: Garry Armstrong – The last of autumn in early November

Chestnut Street as autumn ends

The wet and rainy ride to vote  – Photo: Garry Armstrong

Stuck in traffic on the way to Connecticut