Share Your World – 2016 Week 43

What are you really glad you did yesterday?


I was editing a post. I looked up and the light was golden. I grabbed the camera and ran outside. Took a few pictures. These are two of them. If I’d waited, I’d have missed it. It was just past five in the evening, not quite sunset. More twilight.

The golden hour is barely 10 minutes long!


Would you prefer a one floor house or multiple levels?

One would be great, but we have two levels. It didn’t seem like a big deal when we bought the place in 2000. The steps loom much larger these days. We deal with them. Slowly.

Have you done something you truly want to do today?

No. Today I wasted more than three hours on the phone with Dell Customer Disservice. If this is (as advertised), their premium customer service, I can only imagine how bad it is for “regular” customers. It boggles the mind.

What plans did you have as a teenager that didn’t happen? Are you happy it didn’t work out that way?

I was going to be a famous author and have a hideaway on a cliff overlooking the ocean in Maine. I don’t even know if there is such a place in Maine, but I was going to live there.


Although I certainly wouldn’t have minded becoming a famous author, the way things worked out, mostly, I regret not getting to own that fabulous — yet fictional — house. I’m sure I’d have liked living there very much. If it existed.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

I got my new computer. This week? I’m hoping I’m done with customer service for the duration of the life of my computer.



I know it’s not Tuesday. I know and I’m sorry, but Tuesday was a bit busy and Wednesday got full … so Thursday it is. I’m trying to not post more than three things on any day, two of them photography and one something written. I sometimes post a fourth thing if it’s time-sensitive and can’t wait. My statistics are taking something of a hit because, no matter what anyone says, you get more traffic if you post more. One post typically gets maybe 100 hits — on a good day. Four posts will get more than three hundred and occasionally, much more.


I can’t keep up such a fast past forever — and I don’t want to. I want to own more of my time. To not feel as if “Serendipity” is my job. It was never supposed to be “work.”


Self-discipline will get this blogging beast under control. Presumably.


This is something completely different in the way of texture. Smooth. Shiny. Classic and … a lot older than it looks! It was parked next to us at the grocery store. As we were leaving, its owner showed up. He was clearly used to people taking pictures of his adorable truck and told us was from 1930. And obviously, it’s a Ford.

Unfortunately, beyond that, I don’t know what model truck it is. If you know, let me know!


The “Golden Hour” is a misnomer. It doesn’t last even close to an hour. Sometimes, if you are lucky, it lasts a full quarter of an hour before it’s gone.

Refraction from direct sunlight is unavoidable sometimes, so why not make it part of the picture?

Refraction from direct sunlight is unavoidable sometimes, so why not make it part of the picture?

It’s that time of day which we also call “twilight.” At the end of the afternoon, but before sunset. It is that time when the sun is low in the sky, yet still above the horizon. The rays of the sun slants through trees forming shadowy paths across roads and lawns.

The light is yellow in spring. Ocher in summer. It holds a hint of amber in Autumn, and is white with a touch of blue in winter. It’s the time of long shadows visible rays of sunlight.


I almost missed it. I had to run outside with the first camera I could grab, hoping it had an appropriate lens and a working battery in it  — and that I hadn’t left its SD card in the computer.

Don’t you just hate what that happens?


Sorry fellow bloggers. I couldn’t think of a single thing to say about banned  except to say that, to the best of my knowledge, I’m not. Yet. Given the current state of our disunion, anything could happen but I’d prefer to keep my mind off that as long as I can. Too depressing. 


We live in a river valley. You can see here transformation from winter to spring to summer to fall. In some cases, you can see huge differences in the same months from one year to the next. There’s not much to show for mid-winter along the river and canal. They become hard to access when several feet of snow cover the ground. Not to mention that its cold out there. Frozen fingers are not steady on the shutter, I fear. November, however, is sometimes quite mild, so we frequently shoot in November. If the weather allows, in December too … but rarely along the river. It’s always colder there.

The Pond: March 2016 - Garry Armstrong

The Pond: March 2016 – Garry Armstrong

Here are the months in the Valley by the river and canal. Not all the same year. Some months, we shot elsewhere or, as in January of this year, were in far away, warm, sunny, beautiful Arizona. I wish we could be there every January. It’s a vast improvement over local weather!

River - March 2015

River – March 2015

The Canal - April 2016 - Garry Armstrong

The Canal – April 2016 – Garry Armstrong

The Pond - April 2016

The Pond – April 2016

The Canal - April 2016

The Canal – April 2016

The Canal - April 2016 - By: Garry Armstrong

The Canal – April 2016 – By: Garry Armstrong

The Canal - June 2015

The Canal – June 2015

The Canal - August 2016

The Canal – August 2016

The Canal - Sept 2016

The Canal – September 2016

October Gallery by Garry Armstrong

December 2015

The Woods – December 2015




In another life, I owned my own power tools. Drills and saws and all that stuff. My big projects days are over, but there are always jobs to be done. Every job has its own tools, whether it’s editing photographs, cutting a pizza, or trimming the roses.


A Photo a Week Challenge: Tools (power and otherwise)